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{  inal  Drefsj  is  a  Collection  of  the  moft  derated  and 
foblirne  Competitions   that  are  to  be  found  in  any 
language  ;  and  it  has   been  often  lamented,  that  fo 
much  of  the  Piety,  Dignity  and  Pontic  Excellence 
c  f  the  Original,  has  been  loir  in  all  the  attempts  that 
liave  been  yet  made,  to  give  us  a  literal  Tranflatioh 
>.     t  iu  Englifli  Verfe.     Many  Chriftians  have  alfo 
wifhed  to  fee  the  Subilance  of  this  excellent  Collec- 
tion,  clothed    in    Language    more   adapted  to  the 
»ter  Difcoveries  of  the  Gofpe!,  and  thr  State  of 
Chriflian  Worfhip  ;  that  they  may  be  fung  with 
Underftanding  and  Devotion,   and  thereby  contri- 
bi  re  to  the  Elevation  and  Improvement  of  the  Chrif- 
jtiau  Temper     This  has  been  happily  executed  by  the 
tied  and  pious  Dr.  Watts — and  the  Pfalms  which 
he  omittedjphave  been  fupt  lied  by  MrJJ3Lirl<j|ttgE  ear- 
tie  fame  Spirit  and  Style  ;  auc  all  local  K<eitr- 
trees,  which  were  found  in  Dr.    Watt's  Imitation, 
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IMITATION 


OF       T   H    2 


!  S  A  L  M  5    or  D  A  V  I  !>.;, 


PSALM    r.         Common  Metre, 
EJfae  Way  and    End  of  the  Righteous  and  the 
Wicked, 
i  "13 LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 

13      Where  fmners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways. 

And  hates  the  fcofter's  feat : 
A  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placMhis  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3   [He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind. 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  wiad, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

\  ^reen  as  tne  leaf  and  ever  fair4 
,v3hall  his  profeffion  mine, 
/bile  fruit  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clufters  en  the  vine. 


(    4    ) 

$  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  ; 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hof  cs  are  blown  away  like  du{f« 

Or  chafi' before  the  flcrm. 

jS  Sinners  in  judgment  {hall  not  Hand 

Among  the  fons  of  grace, 
."When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 

Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

*7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  ; 

Hislieart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  Turners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     j.         Short  Metre, 
The  Saint  happy,,  the  Sinner  miferabf^ 
i  »TpHE  man  is  ever  bleft, 

-*■       Who  fhuns  the  Tinners  ways, 
'Among  their  ccnnfels  never  {lands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place  : 

%  But  makes  the  law  of  Cod 

His  ltudy  and  del irjit, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  pight. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fha)l  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root  ; 
Frefh  as  the  leaf  h«  name  fhal!  live  J 

His  workC  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4.  Not  fo  the  ungodly  nee, 

They  no  fuch  blemngs  £ 
Their  ho.es  {hall  flee,  lite  empty  ch*.ff 

Before  the  driving  wind. 


(    5    ) 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  (land 
Before  that  judgment  feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Christ's  right  hand 
In  full  alTembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 
The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 

But  tinners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM     i.         Long  Metre. 

The  Difference  between  the  Righteous, 

and   the  Wicked. 

IAPPY  the  man  whofe  cautious  {ttt 
Shun  the  broad  way  that  tinners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifls  meetr 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning-light 
Amongft  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafurQ  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

He  like  a  plant  by  gentle  fireams 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  heaven  will  mine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

But  tinners  find  their  cou-nfels  crofs'd  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeff.  flies  ; 
So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
Whea  the  lsfi  trumpet  fhakes  the  fkic?s» 


H 


(    «    ) 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  them  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
u  I  blefs  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road  ; 
<{  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     i.       Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  Divine  Pattern. 
Acls  iv.  24.  &c. 

Chrift  Dying,  Riling,  Interceding,  and  Reigning* 
I    T  ll/fAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

[_  IVA      Of  heaven  and  earth  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 

And  anfvvers  thy  decrees. 

1  The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David  are  fulfillM  ; 
"When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 

Jefus,  thine  holy  Child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord 

Join  all  their  councils  to  deftroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  X 

4  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite,, 
Againft  his  Chrifl  they  join. 


t    7    > 

J  The  Lord  -derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupporthis  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  hijii  from  the  de&fj 

Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

P~    A    ¥    S    X. 

€  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubject  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads> 

And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth* 

*l  Beneatk  his  fovereign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoter!  bounds^ 

His  kingdom  fliall  extend 

S  The  nations  that  rebel> 

Mufl  feel  his  iron  rod  % 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God, 

<p   [Be  wife,' ye  rulers,  now, 

And  wormip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people  bow> 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

I©  If  once  his  wrath  arife3 

Ye  peiifli  on  the  place  ; 
Then  bltrfled  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM     %i         Common  Mefr2. 
I  TX7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

The  Lord's  anointed  Sea  r 
Why  did  they  call  his  laws  away 
jjpd  tread  itfs  gofj^d  dgwn  ? 


C    8    ) 

i  The  Lord  that  Gts  above  the  fkies> 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  widft  vengeance  in  is  eyes,. 

And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  AhcI  raife  him  from  the  dead  f 

i€  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

li  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  ; 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  (hall  deflroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
Obey  th?  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne^ 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  ; 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     %i        Long  Metre; 
Chrift's  Death,  Refurreclion,  and  AfcenGo&r 
l    CX  7HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
V  V    The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ4? 
A^ahift  the  Lord  their  power  engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deflroy  • 

c  "  Come  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
"  This  man  fhall  never  give  us  laws  ;,? 
And  thus  they  can*  his  yoke  away, 
&nd  nail'd  thm  M— ■  r  {Jj.tc.rofs* 


(   $   3 

£  "But  God,  who  high  in  Glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  centrouls  t 
He'll  Unite  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  ei  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill, 

**  My  hand  {hall  bring  him  from  the  dead-* 
4(  And<jbe  ihall  iland  your  fovereign  flilL" 

£  [His  wt>ndrous  fifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  hearenly  birth  : 
"  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

€  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right-hand 
*\  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  bellow, 
*'  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 
**  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fliall  bow."J 

^  T$i'£  nations  that  reiift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beieath  his  lifted  rod  $ 
His  arm  /hail  crufh  the  impious  race,: 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

.    Pause. 

5  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  % 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns. 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

A  With  humble  love  acldrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry  and  ye  die, 
His  wrath  will  burn  tb  worlds  unknown^ 
Jj[is  love  gives  life  above  the  iky. 


(    to,    ) 

20  His  dorms  mall  quell  the  ftubborn  foc^ 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  duft  : 
Happy  the  fouls,  their  God  that  knotf^ 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 


PSALM    5.        Common  Metre; 


Doubts  aad  Fears  fupprelTed  ;   or,   God  Ogtf 
Defence  from  Sin  and  Satan-f** 

1  \  /T  Y  God  how  many  are  my  fears  I 
iVX     How  fad  my  foes  increafe  ? 

Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuadd 
There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  flrengtB/ 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilty 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  the  holy  hill 
Ilebow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 

I  call'd  my  father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubduM  my  fear. 

5  He  (lied  foft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyes^ 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 

I  woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  graces 
That  guarded  my  repoie.J 


C     M      ) 

6  What  tho'  the  hofls  of  death  and  heir 

All  arm'd  againfi:  me  flood  : 
Terrors  no  more  mall  make  my  foul  ; 

My  refuge  is  my  God. 

*j  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth* 

And  death  has  loft  his  fling. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs,, 

His  arm  alone  can  fare  ; 
Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here* 

And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM  3.  Ver.  1 ,  s,  3, 4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 

A   Morning  Pfalm. 
1    /*"\   Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

V^/     In  this  weak  flate  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

1  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 
Thou  heardft  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure, 

Not  death  ftiould  make  my  heart  afraid,, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 


(  **  ) 

He  raisM  lny  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  my  praiie  his  morning  fong, 

P  S  A  L  M  4.  Ver.  !,  2,  5,  4,  6,  7.  Long  Metre;. 

Hearing  of  Prayer ;  or  God  our  Portion,  and 
Chrift  our  Hope. 
T   /~\  GOD  of  grace  and  1  ighteoufnefs, 

V^   Hear  and  attend  when. I  complain: 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

%  Ye  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  t«y 
To  turn  my  giory  into  (name  ; 
How  long  will  (coffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  approach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

;    From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 
He  hears  and  pities  'Heir  complaims, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died.'' 

4.  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  r ighteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone. 
And  glory  in  his  pardoning  grace. 

X  Let  the  unthinking  many  £ «y, 

"Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?" 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  fouls  ddire  this  heavenly  food. 

£  Then  mall  my  cheerful  pqwers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great  ; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  bodied  (late. 


(     13     ) 

PSALM  4.  Vcr.  3,  4,  5,  8,    Common  Meirc, 
An  Evening  Hj  mn. 

1  ]       ORD,  thcu  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pjhay  £ 

I   ^  I  am  forever  thine  3 
[  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

I  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  hesd^ 

From  cares  and  buhnefs  free, 
Tis  fvveet  converting  on  my  be:!. 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

t  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Srcat  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 

Wpon  thy  grace  alone. 

%  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  p$aC£j 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  deep  : 
Jhy  hand  in  fafery  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  (lumbers  kjeep, 

PSALM     5  Common  MeJre. 

For  the  Lord's  Day   corning. 
I    T    ORD,  in  the  mornir;,  -      1  fhalt;he$| 

JLj     My  voice  afcedding  : 
To  thee  wiii  I  di-ecl  my  | .r,  yer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

\  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrjfl  E 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 

par  fongs  and  our  complaipi :  A 


(     H    ) 

3  Thou  art  a  Go  1,  befor<  5gh| 
Ths  wicked  fhall  not  ftai 

Pinners  fliall  ne'er  be  thj  deligi  t, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refcrt, 
To  tafle  thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thjae  holy  court, 
And  wo;  ih'ip  in  thy  fear.  - 

5  O  may  thy  f;  hit  guide  my  feef, 
In  ways  or"  rigbteoufnefs, 

Make  every  rjath  of  duty  draft, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause, 
€  My  watchful  enemies  combine. 

To  tempt  my  feet  a  dray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 

To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  cruftj  the  terpen t  in  the  cJui^ 
And  all  his  plots  deitroy  : 

While  thofe  that  in  rhy  mercy  trull, 
For  ever  incut  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name^ 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulnll'd  ; 

f5*ie  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fbield. 

PSA  L   M     6.         Common" Metre. 

Complaint  iu  Sicknefs  ;    or,  Dileafes  healec^ 
I    J  Manner,  Lord,  do  not  chatlife, 

1     Withdraw  the  drea  Iful  (lorm  4 
vlcr  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 

Againft  a  feeble  worn;* 


(    ij.J 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  care:. 

My  fleCri  with  pain  oppref  s'd  5 
My  ccuch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 

My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

§  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  5 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  theypafs, 

'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftil!  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief: 

How  long,  my  God,   how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeakj 
He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 

And  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones, 

6  The  virtue  of  his  forereign  ward, 
Reflores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

For  Blent  graves   praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  ia  death. 

P  S  A  L  M     6.  Long  Metre, 

Temptations  in  Sicknefs  ovetcome. 

O  RD,  lean  finer  thy  rebukes, 
_j     When  thou  with  kindnefs  dofl  bhaftife  9 
But  thy  fierce  vtrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  age-nil  me  rife  ! 
Pity  my  Janguiikmgeilate, 
And  cafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel  \ 


Tiie  wouuds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  rfiaolej 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

|  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  Confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  Shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  fiefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  duft  and  fileuce  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairinp  thoughts  depart  ; 
My  God,  Who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  fiedk  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM     7.     .     Common  Metre. 

God's  Care  of  his  People,  and  Punifhmerit  of 

Periecutors. 

1  "n  j%  Y  trufl  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
IVJL     My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  « 

Rife  and  my  helplefs  life  defend, 
From  thole  that  feek  my  blood,' 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  to  pieces  tear, 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey/ 
\YI;ea  uo  deliYei'er/saeaj^ 


(     >7     ) 
g  IF  e'er  my  pride  provoked  tfcem  flrfl, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  deft. 

And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me. 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 

I  fliould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee) 
Nor  afkmy  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand. 
Their  pride  and  pow'r  controul  ; 

Awake  to  judg&eflt,  anJ  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  fnners  and  their  wicked  rags 
Be  humbled  to  the  dud  : 

Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins) 
Me  will  defen  1  th?  upright  ; 

His  (Bar pert  arrows  he  ordains 
Again  ft  the  ions  pffpite, 

8  Tho'  leagued  iri  guile  their  malice  fpreadj 
A  fnare  before  my  way  ; 

Their  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  hcadj 
His  vengeance  mall  repay. 

9  That  cruel  persecuting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 

Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
An.'juaice  of  the  Lc:'.2. 


(     18     > 

FSALM     8.         Short  Metre. 

fS.ttPs  Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs  ;  and  Man's  D*« 
rainion  over  the  Creatures. 

1    I      J  LORD,  our  heav'nly  King* 

\^r      Thy  name  is  ail  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread$ 

And  o'er  the  heavens  they  fhine. 

&  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 

Adorn  the  darkfome  fkies. 

g  When  I  furvey  the  flars 

And  all  their  (Lining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 

A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ? 

£?ext  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honour  s  crown  his  head, 
While  beads  like  flaves  obey  ; 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  ; 

Of  duft  and  worms  thy  power  can  frams 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble<babes 
And  {ticklings,  thou  ^anit  diavy 


(    »5>     ) 

$urpruing  ftoneurs  to  thy  name  f 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe* 

8  O  Lord,  our  beav'nly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
^Fhy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread* 

And  o'er  the  heavens  they  mine.] 

PSAI^  M     8.         Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  Condcfcenfion  and  Glorification  ;  or* 

God  made  Man. 

I   f      |   LORD.,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

\*_jf      Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  Oate 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

Z  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
A.nd  mining  ftars  that  grace  the  fky, 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
Fhat  thou  fhould?ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 

And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

J.  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
VFade  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  ?  . 

f  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own, 

.ti's  Godhead  and  his  pow'JN 


(      20      f 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 
And  fifh  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  inoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Ering  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  lefTer  glories  of  the  Son, 
Shone  through  the  flefhy  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God. 

8  Let  him  With  majefty  be  crown' J, 
Whobow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  date. 
Let  the  whole  earth  pr® claim. 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  i,  s.  paraphrafed.  Firfl  Tart.  L.  M. 

The  Hofanna  of  the  Children  ;  or, 

Infants  praifing  God. 

1  A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  ikies, 

ji\.     Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread^ 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  ; 

And  babes  with  uninilrueled  tongue. 
Declare  the' wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  pow'r  affifls  their  lender  ape 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  groun^ 


(      21        ) 

To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage., 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 

To  fee  their  great  Redeemers^  face  j 
The  Son  of  David,  is  tlieir  fong, 

And  load  Hofannas  fill  the  place. 

£  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefls 

In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fifs  filent  in  their  breafts, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  King, 

PSALM  8.  Ver.  2,Scc.  paraphrafed.  S.  Part.  L.  JVJ; 

Adam  and  Chrift,  Lords  of  the  Old  and 
New  Creation. 
i    T  ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firfr^' 

*-*  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  dull 
That  thou  (hould'ft  fet  him  and  bis  race, 
But  jufi  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

%  That  thou  fhould?l1  raife  his  nature  fo^ 

And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  bead  and  bird  fubmit, 

And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

But  O !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  thefecond  Adam's  flatej? 
What  honours  (hall  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

\  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 

Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead^ 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 

But  he  fliall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

B  i 


(  «*  J 

f  The  world  to  come,  redeemed  from  all 

The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall  ; 
New  made  and  glorious  (hall  fubmit 

At  our  exalted  Saviour's  kct. 

PSALM     9.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre,' 
Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment  Seat. 

1  "IT7TTH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fongy 

**       Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  frame. 

2  I'll  Gng  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 

Tojudge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  knovtn. 

3  Then  (hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  mefl  that  know  thy  name  will  trufl 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfeok  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

t  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  in  Zion's  Hill, 
V/ho  executes  his  threat 'ning  word, 

Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM     9.     Ver.  12.  Second  Part.  CM 

The  wifdora  and  Equity  of  Providence. 
1   T T7HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  jjfl, 
*  *       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  ', 


(   n   ) 

The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duffj 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

?   He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife  : 
In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breathy 

They  fing  their  Fathers's  praife. 

3  His  foes  (hall  fall  with  heedlefs  fett, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  Goo% 
Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd* 
In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 

Pause. 

5  The  wicked  (hall  fink  down  to  hell  5 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 

That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

<5  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought* 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  fhall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thyfeat* 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no.  more. 
g  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud* 

Acd  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 

B3 


(    u    ) 

Make  tTiem  confefs,  that  thou  artGoi?* 
And  they  but  feeble  raen.] 

PSALM     10.     Common  Metre. 
Jrayers  heard,  and  Saints  faved  ;  or,  Pride,  Athe- 
ifm,  and  Oppremon  punifhed. — For  a  humiliation 
day. 

*  ^     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  dimefs  ? 

f  Lord,  fhaJI  the  wicked  flill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 

And  (light  their  righteous  caufe  ? 

g  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  Gghtj 

And  then  iniult  the  poor  : 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 

That  they  ftiall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  Go  J,  lift  up  thine  ha:. 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  eneiriy  fhail  dare  to  llan h 

When  God  afcencls  on  high. 

Pause. 

$  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay  with  foolish  pride,  I 
The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage: 

To  fight  on  Zion's  fi<k  ? 

6  But  thou  ^rever  art  our  Lord  j 
And  powerful  is  thine  lu-.v' 


(    M    5 

As  when  the  Heathens  felt  "thy  Lvvord, 
And  perifhM  from  thy  land. 

1  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray- 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

S  Proud  tyrants  (hall  no  more  opprefs^ 

No  more  defpife  the  jufl  ; 
And  mighty  tinners  fhall  confefs, 

They  are  but  earth  and  dud. 

PSALM     11.     Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  Righteous,  and  hates  the  Wicked  $ 

1    7%  /f  Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 

]  V x.  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  crys 
$Hy  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove, 
To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ? 

$  If  government  be  once  deflroy'd, 
(This  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 

And  violence  make juftice  void, 

Where  mall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne  j 
Kis  eye  farveys  the  world  below  : 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace.. 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrelfors  fear? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

?4 


[  2?  ) 

£  Cn  Impious  ?/retc.hes  he  (hall  rain 

■  ulphurous  fames  of  waning  d*eathj 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  bieath 

£  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thought*  and  aclibns  are  lincere, 

And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  toat  his  own  image  bear. 

PSAL-      12.     Long  Metre. 
The   Saints    Safety  and  Hone   in  evil   Times  :  Qr> 

Sins  of  the  Tongue  complained  of,  viz.   Bfafphfe-; 

my,  FalfhqQd,  &g, 
I     A  LM IGHTY  God  appear  and  fave  ! 

*-  *    For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  perifL  in  the  grave, 

The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  full. 

%  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  meu 

Is  fillM  with  ti-ifies  loofe  an  i  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  prcyd  language  is  profane. 

3  Rut  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  iong: 

The  God  cf  yengeanqe  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheraing  tongue, 

4  Yet  dial]  our  words  be  free,  they  cry, 
Our  tongue  (hall  be  controul'd  by  none  ! 

Where  is  the  Lord,  will  afk  us  why? 
Or  fay,  cur  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  oppreft, 
And  hears the  pppreffor's  haughty  ftraj 


(     2-7     3 
!WH1  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  mall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain, 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try?d« 

Void  of  deceit  {hall  flill  appear; 
£Jot  lilver,  fev'n  times  puriry'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  fhiues  fo  clear, 

0  ^7  grace  fhall  in  the  darken1  hour 

Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 

On  every  fide  opprelTors  rife. 

P  S  A  L  iVJ     12.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  iVjanners  ;  or.a 

The   Promife  and  Signs  of  Chrift's   coming  i6 

Judgment. 
*   TTELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail> 

IjL  Religion  lofes  ground  ! 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail. 

And  treacheries  abound. 

q,  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break* 

Yet  acl  the  flatterer's  part ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  (peak. 

And  with'a  double  heait. 

5  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

They  Scorn  ©ur  faithful  word  : 
t(  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  cry, 

"  And  who  lhali  be  our  Lord  jf? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

W  here  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride^ 

.And  bears  the  fword  in  srain.      * 
B  5 


(    *»     ) 
Pause. 

5  "Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
r\nd  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxtn  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  flattening  on  ! 
Haft  thou  not  given  the  lign  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ! 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife^ 
"  And  make  the  opprefibrs  flee; 

i<  I  /hall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fee  my  fervants  free." 

S  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd. 

Through  ages  mall  endure  : 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide. 

Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM     13.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  the  Temptation  of  the  Devil. 
I    T  TOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  I 

t~J    My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  mall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 

That  chace  my  fears  away  ? 
%  How  long  (hall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 

Wreftle^and  toil  in  vain? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 

And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 
g  See  how  the  Prince  of  darknefs  trie? 

AH  his  malicious  arts ; 


(     *9     ) 

He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eye's, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  an  J  thou  my  fhleldj 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 

In  death's  eternal!  eep. 

£  How  would  the  tempter  boailaIoud? 

Should  I  become  his  prey ! 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 

To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

0  But  they  mall  fly  at  thy  rebuke? 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 

And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
J  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife^ 

And  thy  {alvation  ling. 

JP  S  A  L  M    14.     FirftPart.     .Common  Mein 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners. 

f   TT700LS,  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 

X        "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
If  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

<(  Or  minds  ttie  affairs  of  men." 

£  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane^ 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
^.nd  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 

Abominable  deeds. 


(    So     .) 

fi  The  JLord,  from  his  celeftial  throne 

*  Look'd  down  on  things  below,     : 
,To   find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 

Or  did  his  juflice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray, 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 

There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit. 
Their  (landers  never  ceafe  ; 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ; 

•  Nor  know  the' paths  of  peace. 

$  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  *oot) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

P   S  A  L  M   14.    Second  Part.  Common  Met rjk 

The  Folly  of  Perfecutors.' 
I       ARE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
•     &\.     fhai  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ?    t 

1  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  naine  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 

Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
JJhat  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  trufl ; 
''  Great  God,  confound  their 'pritte* 


(    V    > 

j.  O  tfifct  t"he  joyful  day  was  come 

I'o  finidi  ourdiftrefs  ! 
Vyhen  God  (hall  bring  his  children  home. 
Our  f®ngs  {hall  never  ceafe. 

I 
?  S  A  L   VI    15.         Common  Metre. 

Character  of  a  Saint;  or,   a  Citizen  of  Zion  ;  or^ 

the  Qualifications  of  a  Chrifiian. 

1   TT7HO  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV       OGodofholmefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2,  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways* 

And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 
That  trufls  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace^ 

And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart* 

Nor  (landers  with  his  tongue  ; 
Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  (inner  he  contemns, 
Loves  ail  that  fear  the  Lord  5 

And  tho'  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe* 
And  never  wrong  the  poor  ; 

Thte  man  (hall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
'And  find  his  heav'nfecure. 


(  #  ) 

PSA  L  M     15.         Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  Jufrice,  Goodnefs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Da- 
ties  to  God  and  Man  ;  or,  the  Qualifications  of  3 
Chriftian. 
%    \  I/HO  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

*  :       Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  I 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now. 
And  humbly  walks   with  God  below  : 

{2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  pleach 
Whofe  lips  ftili  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ^ 
No  (landers   dwell  upon  his  tongue, 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3    [Scarce  will  he  trull  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ibte  he  can  dtfpife. 
But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes. J 

4.   [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  floo d, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  3, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears^ 
Whatever  pain  or  iofs  he  bears.."] 

J   [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  jaflice  fhould  be  fold  J 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  alien  is  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  (till  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifli  from  their*. 

']   Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  dotie^ 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 


(     33     ) 

Th°s  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever;  Lord,  with  thee, 

PSALM     16.     Firftpart.     Long   Metr§. 
fconfeffion  of  our    Poverty  ;  and,   Saints  the   be{| 
Company;  or,  Gooj  Works  profit  Men,  not  God. 
I    "PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

jL      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
IVIy  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

£  Oft  have  my  heart  an  i  tongue  confeu; 

How  emr  ty  an  I  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My  rraife  can  never  make  thee  blefl, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord  ,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profii  by  the"  ^ood  we  do  ; 
fhefe  are  the  company  I  keep,, 

Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know* 

£  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth 

To  give  a  reliili  to  their  wine  ? 
I  love  the  men  of  heavmly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

S  A  L  M      16.     Second  part.     Long  Metre/ 
Chuii's   AU-fufficiency. 

HOW  fart  tneir  guilt  ana  forrows  rife, 
Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol-god  J 
will  not  tafte  their  facrifice. 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  iipoij ; 


(    34    ) 

He  for  my  life  has  otfer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  beft  beloved  fon. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  fcaft ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  j 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft,  % 

Who  gives  me  fv/eet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  preparM 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafling  guard. 

P  S  A  L  M   i(J.     Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  Death,  and  Hope  of  the  Refurrecjtioa 
i    £  li  7  HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 
V  V     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  fliall  reil  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dull  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  dot  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

§  My  flefh  mall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  oil'  the  diift,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  Iky. 

£  There  dreams  of  endlefs  pleafureflow  ; 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(  Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
spread  heav'nlyjoys  through  all  the  place. 


(Hi 

tSALM  l6.Vev.  i— 8.  F.  Part.  Common  MetU? 

Support  and  Counfel  from  God  without  Mcrft.' 

1  QAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  ; 
O     In  thee  my  truft  I  place,. 

Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  ; 

2  Yet  if  my  Gel  prolong  ray  breath* 
The  faints  may  ftili  rejoice  ; 

The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

g  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafle> 
.  And  worfhip  wood  or  flone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cad 

Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hands  provides  my  conftant  food^' 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 

But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 
j  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ; 

His  counfels  are  my  light  : 
He  gives  me  fweet  ad v ice  by  day. 

And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 
Not  death  rior  hell  my  hope  fHall  move 

While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 
PSALM    1 6.  Second  Part.     Common  .Metre/ 

The  Death  and  Refurreclion  of  Chrifl. 
rj(T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
*     "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 


(     36    ) 

H  Ivfy  heart,  my  tongue  their  joys  exprefsu 
"  My  flefh  frail  reft  in  hope. 

a  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leav£ 

(i  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
**  Nor  quit  my  body  ta  the  grave 

(i  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
c<  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 

ic  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafuregive, 
te  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrifl.  the  Lord/ 
The  holy  David  fung, 

And  providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom*  ev?ry  faibt  adores, 
Was  crucify'd  and  (lain  ; 

Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  rellores, 
Behold  he  lives  again, 

6  When  Miall  my  feet  arife  and  Hand 
On  heav'ns  eternal  hills .? 

There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand;, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 

PSALM    17.     Ver.   13,  Sec.    Short  Metre. 
Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners  ;  or,  Hope  and  Def- 

pair  in  Death. 
1     A  RISE  my  gracious  God, 

*■*     And  make  the  wicked  flee  1 
They  are  but  thy  chaftfiing  rod 

To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 


C     37     | 

$  Behold  the  Saner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain   \ 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 

And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  5 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  w\Q\  no  more. 

4  I  (hall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufneiL 
Waih'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

j  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death> 
I)  reft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PS  A  L  M     17.     Long  Metre. 
The  Sinner's  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope  ;  or,    thy 

Heaven  of  fe  pa  rate  Souls,  and  the  Refurrectipis.   • 
1    I      ORD.  I  am  thine  :   bat  thou  wilt  prove 

JL~J  My  faith,  my  patience  and  ray  love  ; 

When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 

They  are  t'se  (word  the  hand  is  thine. 

a  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  ail  the  happinefg  they  know, 
5Tis  all  they  leek   ;  they  take  their  {Lares  J 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

g  What  Tinners  value,  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
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(  3*  )) 

I  (ballbehold  thy  blifsful  facr, 

And  ftand  complete  in  i  ighteoufnefs. 

^  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
"When  /hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

£  O  glorious  hour  !    O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  mall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flelh  and  (in   no  more  controul 
Thefacred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  mall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  lalt  trumpet's  joyful  found  *. 
Then  built  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  faviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     lS.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.   1—9,    15 — 18. 

Deliverance  from  Defpair ;  or  Temptation 

overcome. 

1  rTT*HEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

A        My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence! 
Thy  mighty  arm  (hall  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made  ; 

"While  floods  of  high  temptation  rofe, 
And  made  my  linking  foul  afraid. 

5  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  therej 


C    8     ) 

(Which  none  bait  they  that  feel  cm  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry:d  to  defpair. 

4.  In  myoiurefs  I  call'd  ray  God, 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  Kim  mine  2 

He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
And  prov'd  his  laving  grace  divine. 

5  [With  ffeel  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  ro  ie  ; 

Awful,  and  brigat  as  lightning,  fhcne 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  Waft  of  his  Almighty  breath  : 

He  fer.t  falvation  from  on  hi§ 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

*]  Great  v.r€re  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
ich  was  their  ftrength,   and  more  their  1 . 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  iliil 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8   My  fong  for  ever  {hall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 

Due  to  his  mercy  and  his.  po 

PSALM     1?. 
Second  Part,     Ver.  20, —  26.     Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  proved  3nd  rei 
I    "I"    CRD,  thou  hall  feen  my  foul  Cncere, 

&_j     Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  dt  thy  law*i 

And  thou  baft  own'd  :.  ;  us  caufe. 


(    4*    J 

ffi  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 

I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart. 

Thy  loye  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  hearty 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  flrugglings  in  my  breaft  J 

But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againtt  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  plofe  befets  me  ilill, 
That  works  an  t  ftrives  againft  my  will  j 

When  (hall  thy  fpirjt's  fov'reign  pow'j* 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

$  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 

Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward: 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  [hall  find 

£k  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 
6  And  men  that  We  revenge  (hall  know3 

God  hath  ay  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  juft  and  pure,  /hall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juil  than  they. 

FSAL   M     18.     Third    Part.     Long   Metre, 

Ver.   30,  51  34,  35,  36,   &c. 

Rejoice  in  God  ;  or,  S  uVation  an  J  Triumph. 

I     I  UST  are  thy  ways>  and  true  thy  word, 
J      Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 

Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

3   'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  r.v  (nf 
Gives  ;r*c  his  holy  fvrord  tc  wield  ^ 


(    41     J      . 

Rnd  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fighf^  ^ 

Spreads  his  fakation  for  my  fhielo*. 

3  He  lives  and  bleflings  crown  his  reign'/ 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain;         . 

While  heav'nly  peace  jny  Father  gives*' 

4.  Before  the  feoffors  of  the  age, 
•   I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at,  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  flxame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
L*  Thy  grace  forever  {hall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head/ 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end, 

P  S  A  L  M     M    Firft  Part.  Common  Meiz0 

Vi^ory  and  Triumph  over  temporal  Enemies* 
1   Tit  7  E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
,,.   *  *       Now  is  thine  arm  reveaPd ; 
Thou  art  our  flrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r^ 

Our  bulwark  and  our  fhield. 
q,  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fwre  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke/ 

And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms^ 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightning  of  his  f^e^r? 

9i 


(    A*    > 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind> 
And  angels  in  array 

In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  Ke  f peaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd ; 

Kis  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field/ 
With  all  their  dreadful  frill: 

Gives  them  his  awfial  fwojrd  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  il.el. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefl: 
For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 

T'  ^  pow'rs  that  give  his  peo.  le  reft/ 
Shall  of  his  care   paitake. 

PSALM     18,  Second  Part.  Common  Metre 

The  Conqueror's  Song. 
I   *TT*0  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

X        The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  llrength  away. 

a  'Tis  by  thy  aid  cur  troops  prevail,- 

And  break  united  powers  ; 
Or  burn  t'nr  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 

The  prou  .ell  of  their  tow'rs. 

g  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  £eW, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
Whde  thy  feJvation  was  our  fhield,. 

But  tney  no  fhdter  fouud  I 


(    4$    ) 
It  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  ; 
Where  is  the  Rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 

So  pow'rful,  as  our  God  ? 

$  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives  ; 

His  name  be  ever  Weil  ; 
*Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicl'ry  gives,  ' 

And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM     19.       Firft  Part.       Short  Metr*, 

The  Book  of  Nature  an  1  Scnpture* 
For  a  Lord's  Day  MorniDg. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  lofty  iky, 
13     Declares  its  maker  God, 

And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  * 
While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

g  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'i  al  voice  is  known  ; 
They  ihow  the  wonders  of  his  hand^. 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  cbriflian  Ian ds,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
W°  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

£  His  ftatutes   and  commands 
Aie  fet  before  our  eyes, 

c  j 


(    44    ) 

flc  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands> 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

0  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit;  ; 
His  promifes  for  ever  fare, 

And  his  rewards  are  great* 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Aftoris  fo  much  delight ; 

JKor  gola  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'J 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  ling, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 

^.cce.|.t  the  praifc  my  God  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name, 

PSALM   i^.     Second  Part.    Short  Metre. 
God's  Word   moft  excellent  ;    or,   Sincerity  an,^ 
Watciifulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's    Day  Morning. 
|   T>  EHOLD  the  morning  fun 

JL3'     Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2.  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light, 
Jt  calls  r'eai  [inners  from  their  tombs^ 

And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

g  How  perfect  is  thy  word  { 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft, 
for  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 

And  mra  fecurcly  truft.  ' 


(    4S    ) 

4.  My  gracious  God,  how  plaio 

Are  thydire&ions  giv'n  ! 
Q  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ? 

Pause, 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  aboye 

To  guide  me  left  I  ftray, 

£  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dear  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ey'ry  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
An  <  cleanfe  this  guilty  fcul  of  mine,, 

Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts* 

$  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ;. 
Accept  the  worrhip  and  the  fang. 

My  faviour  and  myrGod, 

PSALM     19..     Long  Metre, 
The  Books  of  Nature,  and  the  Scripture  compared  « 

or,  the  Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel. 
l   ^TT^HE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lordj 

1        In  every  ftar  thy  goodnefs  (nines  5 
But  when  bur  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read-  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

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(    4fi  )    _ 

%  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  clays  thy  powVconfefs  j 

JBut  the  bleft  volume  thou  haft  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grqce. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  (land  ; 

So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  andglano'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  5 
Till  Chrift  as  all  the  nations  bleft, 
That  fee  the  li^ht,  or  feel  the  fun. 

$  Great  Son  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  f; 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  Judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblefl;  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  tics,  my  foul  renew 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  htav'n. 
V  S  A  L  M  19.    To  the  Tune  of  the  1 13th  Pfzjm. 

The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
$   /"^  RE  AT  God,  the  heavVs  well  orderM  frames 
VJI     Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  fhine  ; 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
jK  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundleft  pow'r,  and  fkill  divine, 
%  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  nighty 
T.)c  dawning  and  tin  dying  lightj   ' 


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...  tcclures  of  heav'nly  wifdom'read  5" 
With  lilent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife,"  , 
And  neither  faund  nor  language  need/ 

3  Yet  their  divine  inflruciidns  run 
far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  fonne  young  bridegroom  dreiF/ 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice/ 
4.  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  : 

All  nature  joins  to  (how  thy  praife  i 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  (nines  5 
Fair  is  the  bock  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

Pahs  e. 

j  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
T/Vbt  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  wayy 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ftray, 
Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reft. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  oflife  I  craw: 

Thefe  are  my  frudy  and  delight  3' 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafle,  , 
Nor  gold  that  hatft  the  furnace  paffc" 

Appear  fo  plesfin^xo  the  fight; 


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^  Thy  threat'iiings  wake  my  flumVring  ij%f? 
And  warn  pne  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefleJ  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  rru&es  my  guilty  confcience  cleany 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  (in, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

S  Who  knows- the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God, -forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM     20.     Long  Metre.* 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 
For  a  l>ay  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 
i  ^1  OW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
*    t*    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 
And  brinks'  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

gS  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls  ; 
He  from  his  fancluary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Zion  calls. 

5  Well  he  remembers  all  our  Gghs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  defer ts  : 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 
Gf  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4*  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
/Sad  in  the  name  of  Ifrael 's  God/ 


0  m  )• 

Our  troops  fk>1!  lift  their  banners  up/ 
Our  natives  fpread  their  flags  abroad.' 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  bcaff; 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 
From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts.' 

<>   [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight ! 
Our  foes  mall  fall  and  die  with  fhame  % 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight. J 

j  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavim  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong/ 
Till  thy  falvation  (hall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

P  S  A  L  M     21.     Common  Metre.' 

National  Bleffings  acknowledged. 

1  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  pnufe/ 
X  Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  bleft  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  thro'  nations  round/ 
Hath  fpread  our  riling  name,   . 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 

,  .^or  life  we  pray 'd  ;  thy  bounteous  han#4 
The  timely  blefibg  gayey 


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4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  power, 
Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 

In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  fhore. 
And  f[  read  their  fails  with  fbame. 

5  On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain/ 
And  all  our  wants  fuoply. 

6  Thus,- Lord,  thy  wond'rous  power  declaim 
And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  ; 

While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

P  S  A  L  M     21     1—9.      Long  Metre. 
Chrift  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
*    I"~>  AVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
f  J    RaisM  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace/ 
But  Chriit  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bled  Mefliah'sjoy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kindom  Mgfi, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will/ 
Nor  doth  the  lead  requeft  withhold  : 
Blemngs  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  mnjefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  (hine: 
Bled  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
Arid  length  cf  everlailing  days. 


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5  Thine  hand  fhall  find  out  all  his  foes  i 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 
With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  /hall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  22.  i — 1 6.  Firfl  part.  Common  Metres 

The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Chrifh 
I   T  T7HY  lias  my  God  my  foul  forfook^ 

V  V      Nor  will  a  (mile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  ihus  our  dying  Lord.} 

%  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwelt 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  th^ui  canft  hear  our  groan  as  well, 

And  pity  .our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name. 
And  great  deli v  'ranee  found  : 

And  I'm  a  worm  defpisM  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  With  (taking  head  they  pafs  me  by> 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  : 

In  vain  he  trufts  in  God,  they  cry, 
Neglected  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefhA 
By  thine  almighty  word  ; 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breafl 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

t>  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  ftand  threat' ning  round* 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  f ouudi. 


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Pause. 

y  Behold  thy  darling  Jeff  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompars'd  fierce  and  ftrong 

As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 
To  multiply  the  {mart  5 

They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart.  . 

9  Yet  if  th^  fov'reign  hand  Jet  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  neljf, 

"Why  will  my  heav'nly  Faxher  bruif$ 
Thefon  he  loves  £0  well  ? 

10  My  GoctJ  if  poffible  it  be* 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 

But  I  ref  gn  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  fbrrbws  up. 

31  My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown* 

In  groans  I  wade  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  doWB> 

Low  as  iheduu  of  death. 

j 2  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  truff  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  flem  (hall  reft  m  hope 

And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM  22.  Ver.20,  21,  2 7—3 1.  $*c.  "Pari.  C.  &f> 

Chr-'ft's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
I  «  T^TOW  fronj  the  roaring  lion's  rage^ 
X  %  «  0  Lor^  protect  thy  Son, 


i  33  ) 

7j  Isor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
«  The. powers  of  heil  alone." 

$  Thus  did  our  fufPring  Saviour  prsj 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  the  dreadful  day, 

And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  wa3  the  vicVry  of  his  deaths 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worftup  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  airif^ 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
Withjoys  immortal  fed. 

(5  The  ides  fhall  know  the  righteoufiief^ 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 

Salvation  in  his  blood. 

PSALM     i%.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 

NOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  bloody 
its  one  foriaken,  of  his  God, 


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$  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn,  * 

An:i  fhake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcom  $ 
t{  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
«<  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretenl 
"  Go  J  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 
«  If  God  the  blefled  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  keep  him  now  ?" 

4  Oh  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

Kow  they  flooJ  round  like  raging  beads  j 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  Go  J  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

£  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  I  :~  cK?t9 
Till  dreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divi  ie, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

(>  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  [inners   talte  his  grace.' 

PSAL  M     23.     Long  Metre, 
Goa  our  Shepbc 
1    T\/fY  Shepherd  is  :  ic  living  Lord, 

JVJ      Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupplyM| 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  ga;c;e„ 

%  In  part i! res  where  falvation  grows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  refl^ 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  diviuely  bled. 


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j  Mv  wandering  feet  his  ways  mitfake  5 
But  he  reflores  ray  ioul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake> 
I    the  fair  paths  of  righttcufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  valej 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  (hall  never  fail, 
For  God,  my  mepheru'g  with'  me  there, 

5  Amidft  the  darKneisi  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  % 
Thy  ftafi  fuppprpe  my  feeble  Heps, 

Thy  rod  (ifre6:v  my  doubtful  way. 

6  Tue  forfs  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thygoodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

^    [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  f 
5Tis  a  divine  anointing  (Led, 
Like  oil  of  gladhefs  at  a  fea$. 

S  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfnold  all  their  days: 
There  will  I  drell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  ling  his  praife.  J 

PS  AL  3Vf     4$.       Common  Metrf, 
t   A  /f  Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need/ 

lv  A  Jehcvah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  kzdg 

Ifoilde  the  living  ftreaflh 


(■  5«  )       ; 

5  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  b&c& 
When  I  forfake  his  ways, 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

£  When  I  walk  through  the  (hades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  flay  ; 
One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath' 

Drives  ail  my  feats  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  thy  foe£ 

Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 
IVIy  cup  with'  bleihngs  overflows,' 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

£  The  fine  provtfions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
O  may  thy  houle  be  mine  abode, 

And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft/ 
,   (While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM     tf$         Short  Metre, 

r'  HTHE  Lord  my  (hepherd  is, 

-L       I  (hall  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  ami  I  am  his, 

What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
i  He  leads  rae  to  the  place, 

Where  heav'nly  paflure  grows,' 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs/ 

And  full  fal  ration  flows,' 


(  si  •)  .  ■ 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moft  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid^ 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho'I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made, 
My  (hepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
Thou  dofl  my  table  f pre  ad  : 

My  cup  with  blemngs  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love  ; 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  feek  thy  praife. 

PS  AL  M     24.        Common  Metre, 
Dwelling  with  God. 
THE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
With  Adam's  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  viGt  t  nine  abode  ? 

He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean^ 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleffmgs  of  his  grace  ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face,  D 


C  j*   ) 

4.  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs* 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafling  doors, 

The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !  Who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 

With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     24.     Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven  ;  or,  Chrifl's  Afcenfion, 
I    'T'HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms,  and  beafls  and  birds  $ 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas. 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

q,  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  ; 
Who  fhali  afcend  that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

g  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart. is  pure,  whole  hands  are  clean> 
Him  fhali  the  Lord,  the  faviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
Thefe  (hall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fig|J| 
And  dwell  in  everlafling  light. 


PAUSE. 


5  Rejoice  ye  fhining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  j 


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Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he, 

5  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  d  if  play, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour's  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dweli5 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  blefl  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God, 


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5  S  A  L  M     25.     1— 11.     Firft  Part.    S.  M, 

Waiting  for   Pardon  and  Direction, 
LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
My  trufr.  is  in  his  name  ; 
et  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  /Lame. 

Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  5 
,ord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well^ 
That  I  may  Tcape  the  fn are. 

From  beams  of  dawning  light 
Till  ev'ning  (hades  arife, 
or  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait^ 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  5. 
|orgive  the  fins  of  riper  days^ 
And  follies  of  my  youth, 


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$  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek  mall  learn  his  ways* 
And  ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 

The  methods  of  his  grace. 
6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  : 
He  pardons  (tho'  my  guilt  be  great) 

Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSA  L  M2;.  12.  14.  10.  13.  Second  Part 

Short  Metre.  Divine  Inftruclion. 

I   TtTHERE  mall  the  man  be  found, 
*  *       That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
A  nd  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

*   The  Lord  mail  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  mow, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  cov'nant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4.  Their  fouls  (hall  dwell  at  eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  feed  mall  tafte  the  prcmifes 
In  th  eir  extenfive  grace. 


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1 3ALM  25.- 15—22.  Third  Part.    Snort  Metre, 
iDrttcefs   of  Soul;  or,  Bacldliding  and  X>eTertioi^ 

1     K  /V  INE  eyes  and  my  defire 
!  VI      Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
,1  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

%  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 

To  Tcape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  fball  the  fov'reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Reftore  me  from  fhofe  dang'rous  way§ 

My  wand'riDg  feet  have  trod  ? 

4.  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ;   : 
Vly  fpirit  languishes,   my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 
With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  now  begins  ? 
00k  on  my  anguifh  and  my  paina 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

Pause. 

Behold  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate ! 

gainft  my  life  they  rife,  and  joia 

Their  fury  with  deceit. 

Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame,    > 


C      C2      ) 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

S   With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 

Of  Ifra'l  it  mail  ne'er  be  fakT, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 


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PSALM    26.      Long  Metre; 
Self-examination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  Grace. 
I    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways,-. 
J    And  try  my  reinc,  and  try  my  heart  ; 
My  kith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

1  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hale  to  fit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  : 

The  fcofTer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 
s>  Amongfl  thy  faints  will  I  appear 

Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  ; 

But  when  I  fland  before  thy  bar, 

The  blood  of  Chritfis  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join 'd  at  taft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  bloody 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  paffc 
Among  the  faints  and  near  my  God- 


(    *3    ) 
P  S  AL  M«7.'    1—6.     FirftPait. 
The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety. 
I   nr^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  ray  light, 

JL       And  my  falvation  too  ; 
.God  is  my  firength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

%  One  privilege  my  heart  deGres  ; 

O  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints. 

The  temples  of  my  God. 

g  There  mall  I  offer  my  requefis 

And  fee  thy  beauty  {till : 
Shall  hear  thy  mefTages  of  love, 

And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear^ 
There  may  his  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  flrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  {hall  ray  head  be  lifted  highl 
Above  my  foes  around, 

And  fongs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  27.  Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14.  Sec.  Part.  C.  M 

Prayer  and  Hope. 
\    Q[  OON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 

*3      "  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace,'* 
My  heart  re  ply 'd  without  delay, 

fi .I'll feek  my  Father's  face." 

D  £ 


(  u  ) 

£  I>tnot  thy  face  be  hid  from   me5 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  5  ' 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 

In  a  diftrefling  day. 

5  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
Wy  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 

And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  fle/h  had  dy'd  with  grief, 
•    Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 
To  fee  thy  grace  ptovide  relief, 
J   Nor  was  my  hope  ctceiv'd. 

<  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  nembling  faints^ 

An;i  ke$p  your  courage  ui>; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirlt  wDen  it  faints, 
i    And  far  exceed  your  hope,         '    • 

p  S  A   L  M     48.         Long  Metre, 
God  thfc  Refuge  of  the  Afflicted. 
3    r"FO  thee,  O  Lbrd,    I  raife  my  cries  ; 
"      JVlyfrrvent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  j 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul,         1 
I'  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 

9   When  fupj  bant  towVd  tby  holy  hill, 
•  '-nournful  liands  to  pray, 
Al  ;e,  nor  drive  n\e  Hill, 

Wit  ■  iyi  oddites  away. 

3  T  j  Cons  •  I  •    Pel  pod,  that  defpife 
The  works  ana  wuaders  oi  tl.y  tpign. 


(    6S    ) 

Thy  vei geance  gives  the  due  reward* 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But,  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice. 
My  heart,  that  trufted  in  his  word., 
In  his  falvation  (hall  rejoice. 

K  Let   ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

1   By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God  ; 

Then  grant,  O  Lord,   thy  pard'ning  grace? 

And  feed  thy  church  with  heav'nly  food. 

PSALM     19.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  Thunder. 

GIVE  to  the  Lord,  yefons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow¥, 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

I  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Thro'  ev'ry  ocean,  tv\y  land  j 
Kis  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  light'nings  blaze  at  his  command* 

He  fyeaks,  and  temped,  hail  and  wind;, 
Lay  the  wide  forefl  bare  around  ; 
Trie  fearful  hait,  and  frighted  hind. 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

L  To  Lebanon  he  tyrns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  break  5 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noifcj 
Yhe  vallies  roar,,  the  deferts  qua^  ? 


(    66    ) 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood,. 
ThethundVer,  reigns  for  ever  king  ; 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  Gng. 

6  In  gentler  language,  t^ere  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidft  the  raging  (lorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSAL  M     gp.         FirQ  Part.     Long  Metr 
Sicknefs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed. 

3    ¥  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  canfpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

1  S»ng  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love>  , 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  worjd'rous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  liar  reflores  the.  joy. 

PSALM  30.  Ver.  6.  Second  Part.  Long  Meli 
Health,  Sicknefs,  and  Recovery. 

31    T71R  v*  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
X      And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne?er  be  night : 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
«  Pleafure  and  peace,  (hall  ne'er  depart." 


(    «7    ) 

i  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  fland  fo  long  i 

Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God 

ec  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep. in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

•f  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  e:  Hear  me,  OGod  of  grace,  I  faid, 

" .-And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  ?* 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe/ 
.Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground , 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

,  Thy  praife  fhall  found  throa  earth  and  heav'rV 
For  (jcknefs  heal'd  and  (ins  forgiv'n. 

PS ALM  si.  Ver.  5, 13— ipyia, 2g. F.  Part.  CMS' 

Deliverance  from  Death, 
i   *npO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
f       A        My  (pint  I  commit ; 
Thou  haft  redeem 'd  my  foul  from  death^ 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

■Z  Defj  air  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear 
Maimain'd  a  doubtful  'ftrife  ; 

T>3: 


(    68    ) 

"While  forrou',  pain,  and  fjnconfpirM 
To  tal:e  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  time  is  in  tliy  hand, 1  cry'd, 
"  Though  I  draw  near  the  duft  }" 

Thou  art  the  refuse  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trult. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Uron  thy  lervant  fhine. 

And  lave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

5  '  '  was  In  my  hafle,  my  fpirit  faid, 
"  I  mull  del]  aii  and  die, 

Ci  I  am  cut  oil  before  thine  eyes  ?" 
lUit  thou  haft  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  J 
How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 

To  thoft  that  fear  thy  majefly, 
And  truft  thy  promts  d  grace. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  Gng  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  si.Ver.  7— 33,  1 1—21.  Sec.  Part.C.  M 

Deliverance  from  Slander  and  Reproach. 
1    IV  If  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

iVX     My  God,  my  beav'nly  truft  ; 
Thou  haft  prefer  v'd  me  free  from  fnamej 
1    Miueho»°urfromthetUm\ 


f  ft?  } 

»  r*  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  I  cry'J, 
**  My  years  confumM  in  groans, 

<e  My  (trerteth  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dryJd; 
*'  And  lorrow  waftes  my  bones." 

^  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  become 

Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 

I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  apply  Jd 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found 

P    A    U    i    E, 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thoii  haft  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafling  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  flrife  of  tongue* 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 

Guard  thern  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the1  fons  of  pride. 

*j  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city  wall'd  and  barr'd 

Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 


o 


r  S  A  L  M     34.         Short  Metre, 
Foigivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Confeffion. 
II  bleffed  fouls  are  they 

Whofe  fins  are  corer'd  o'er  { 


(    7°    )      | 

Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord! 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

7.  They  mourn  their  follies  paft, 

,  And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  % 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 

Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  : 
Our  help  in  times  pf  deep  diftrefs, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM    32.       Common  Metre; 

Free  Pardon  and  fincere  Obedience  ;  or,  Confef-; 

fion  and  Forgivenefs. 
3   T  TOW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 

AJL     No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 

Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

«  And  bleft  beyond  expreflion  he,  1 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 

He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eye?/" 

To  keep  his  conicienge  clear, 


(     V     ) 

4  While  I  my  Inward  guilt  fupprefty 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaflj 
And  rack'd  my  tcrtur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts^ 
My  fecret  {ins  reveal'd, 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults,, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feai'd. 

6  This  mall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrcngth  and  flay. 
Is  a  forgiving  God, 

PSAL  M     32;     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  Pardon  ;  or,  Juftification  aaci 

Sanclification. 

1  TJ  LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft, 

13     Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God3 
Whofe  (ins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd 
And  coverM  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 
No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free^ 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

Wjth  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

.4.  How  glorious, is  that  righteoufnefs 
Xb&t  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  | 


(   n  ) 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  (Lines. 

PSAL  M     32.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  Confcience  eafed  by  Confeflion  and  Par- 
don. 

1   TT7HILE  I  keepfilence  and  conceal 

**       My  heavy  guilt  w«thin  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel  ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  {'mart! 

a  I  fpread  my  iins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word. 

Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  (hall  ev'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  acldrefTes  to  thy  feat : 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  mall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  florm^  appear  i 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnarc. 

PSAL  M    33.     Firft  Part.     Common  Metre 0 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
1    rj    EJOICE,  ye  nghtecus,  in  the  Lord, 

tv.      This  works  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 

How  holy,  juftand  true  ! 

$  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'fl  and  earth  proclaim  { 


(     73     ) 
lis  works  of  Nature  and  of  grace- 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
I'hofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 
>ade  ftarry  hofis  around  them  fhine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

He  taught  the  (Veiling  waves  to  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 
ade  raging  leas  their  limits  know. 
And  itill  their  ftation  keep. 

Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacicus  earthy 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
[e  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth^ 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  ragep 
And  breaks  their  vain  deCgns  ; 

1"  is  counfel  (tandg  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  (Lines. 

SAL  M  33.     Second  Part.    Common  Metre? 

Creatures  vain  ;  aril  God  All  fufficient. 
13  L£3T  is  rhe  nation,  where  the  Lord 
O*      Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne  ; 
here  he  reveals  his  heavenly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

His  eye,  with  infinite  fur-vey, 
Doe^ the  whole  world  behold  $ 
eform'd  us  ail  of  equal  clay, 
nd  knows  our  feeble  mouhi. 


ft 


(   u   5 

$  Kings  are  not  refcuM  by  ihe  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  : 
Norfpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 

Can  his  bold  rider  lave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftre'ngth  of  beafls  or  men, 

Nor  firings  ourfafety  thence  ; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 

A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

j  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  trull  - 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecuresthe  jail, 

Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 

And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM     %%.     As  the  i  j  3th  Pfalm.     Firfi  Pari 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
j    "\7"E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

j[       Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  jufl  and  true  ! 

%  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
His  goodnefs  flows,  his  tiuth  extends  : 

His  pow'r  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 
His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  fliine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 


(    IS    ) 

His  hand  collects  the  flowing  Teas  ; 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place^ 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
And  fires  and  Teas,  and  heav'n  and  earth 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

[Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hancfsy 
But  his  eternal  counfel  (lands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

.\LM    33.    As  the  1 13th  Pfalm.     Second  Part, 
Creatures  vain/ and  God  All-fufncient. 

|^~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
|V_^      Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds' his  church,  his  earthly  throne  5 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways/ 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boany 

In  vain  they  bnaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
[n  vain  we  trull  the  brutal  force, 
3r  fpeed  or  courage  ©f  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

The  arm  of  our  Almighty  Lord, 
Doth  'more  fefcure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threatening  flar.d  : 
!ftiy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  ju%" 


(  1*1  ) 

Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  in\fi, . 
v-  hen  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land, 
4  In  fjcknefs  or  the  bloody  field 
Our  great  phyfician  and  our  fhiel  I, 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

P. S  A  L  M  34.     Firfl  Part.  Long  Metre, 
God'*s  Care   of   his  Saints  j     or,  Deliverance 

Prayer, 
I    T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  .all  my  days, 

X-J  Thy  praife  mall- dwell  upon  my  tongue 

My  foul  /hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

<Z  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th' eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  mameo 

3  I  toJd  him  all  my  ftrcret  grief, 
My  fecref  groanings  reachAl  his  ears  : 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calrn'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 
A  beam  of  mercies  from  the  fkies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

$'  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents  • 

Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  j 


(  11  ) 

Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints/ 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

J  The  wild  your.g  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  rear  through  all  the  wood  | 
Eut  none  mall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  Vpant  fuppiies  of  real  good. 

SALM  34.  11 — 12.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 
Religious  ■  ducation  ;  or,  Inftruclions  of  Piety 

CHILDREN,  in  years  or  knowledge  youngs 
Your  parents' hope,  you  parents5  joy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

If  you  defire  length  of  days, 
And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  flare, 
Refirain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  (lander  and  deceit. 

The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  lets  his  frowning  face  againll 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts* 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groan^* 
His  fon  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  fpiril  heals  their  broken  bones, 
;His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath* 


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P  S  A  L  M  34.  1  — 10.  Firft   Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  Deliverance. 

1  T'j  L    blefs  the  Loul  from  clay  to  day; 
J_    H cwgood  are  all  his  ways  ! 

Ye  nurnble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poorfua'rer  cry'd, 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos M  tolLame, 
Nor  was  his  fuitdeny'd.  / 

3  When  threat  niug  for  rows  round  me  flood/ 
and  ca.'lefs  fears  arofe, 

Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  Al  my  woes. 

4  I  tcld  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefsy 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears, 

He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  lilenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

5  [Oh  tinners,  come  and  taile  his  Iovej 
Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 

And  let  your  own  experience  prove, 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents, 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 

What  ills  their  foeav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

*]    [Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  fc 
tlis  eye  regards  the  j,ufi, 


t     10    ) 

rlow  richly  blefl:  t^ieir  portion  is, 
W  ho  make  the  Lord  their  trull  ! 

I  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hunger  ronf, 

And  famifh  in  the  wood  : 
3uf-  GoJ  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

with  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

S  A  L  M  34.   11—22.    Second  Part.     C.    M' 
Exhortation  to  Peace  and  Holinefs. 

COME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord", 
And  that  your  clays  be  long, 
,et  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

Depart  from  mifchief,  practice  love,         ♦ 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
o  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

!  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  jufr, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
ftThen  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dufl, 

The  GoJ  of  grace  is  nigh. 

What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  tafle 
Are  (harp  and  tedious  too, 
he  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  lafl, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

;  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
'•But  God  fecures  his  own, 
^events  the  mifchief  when  they  llicle, 
Qr  heals  the  broken  bone. 


(     So     ) 

•  When  defolation  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  (inner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  rcdeem'd  their  fouls. 

PSALM     35.      Ver.  12,  13,  14.     C.  M. 
3L.ove  to  Enemies  ;  or,  the  Love  of  Chriil  to  Sinner? 

typified  in  DctviJ. 
}    OEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rouslove 

O      That  holy  David  {hows  ; 
Behold  this  kind  compailion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes. 

?    When  they  are  lick,  his  foul  complains* 

Andfeems  to  feel  the  fmart  ; 
'Jihe  fpjrit  cf  the  gofpel  reigns, 

And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 
As  for  a  brother  dead  \ 

/in.;  faffing  mortify M  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life,  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  an.i  cuyd  him  on  their  bed^ 
Yet  flill  he  [lea  Is  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  blellings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returni, 

5  O  glorious  tyre  of  heavenly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chrifl  the  Lord  appears  ; 

"While  finners  curie,  the  Saviour  prays^ 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

<5  He,  the  true  David,  IfraTs  king, 

*    ^kaaudbdoy'dofGcd^ 


(     8i     ) 

To  fa v e  i! s  r  ? b 2! s  dead  in  0 a 
Paid  his  own  deareil  blood. 

PSALM     36.       5—9.      Long  Metre, 
The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  God  ;    or,  Ge- 
neral Providence  aad  Special  Grace. 
I    If  TIG H  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 

4  I   .1   Thy  gooiinefs  in  full  glory  (Lines  ; 
Thy  truth  (nasi  break  through  every  clou4 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

$  For  ever  firm  thy  jufu'ce  (lands, 

5  As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  5 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

g  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

j   Both  man   and  bead  thy  bounty  (hare  | 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 

But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace  ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  | 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diflrefs,  ' 
Fly  to  the  (hadow  of  thy  wings. 

j$f  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
•   We  (hill  b|fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 

There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 

And  brings   falvation  to  our  tafle. 

5  L'fe,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  piefence  of  my  Lord  • 
And  m  thy  light  our  fouls  inall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  m  thy  word. 


(     8»     ) 
PSA.LM  g6.     Ver.  r,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.  Com.  Metre. 
Practical  Atheifm  expo/ed  ;  or,  the  Being  and  At- 
tributes of  Goa  aiferted. 
I    \T7"HILE  Ihen  grow  boll  in  wicked  ways, 

**      An    yet  a  Go  1  they  own, 
My  heart  within  mc  o*'ien.  fays, 

<(  Their  thought?  believe  there's  none." 

a  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare 

(Whatever  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftra^ge  felf  flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  J 
But  there's  a  haft'hing  hour, 

Wnen  they  (hall  fee  with  fore  furprife 
T.he  terrors  of  thy  pew'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  (hall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom\]  fea, 

j  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds^ 

Thy  mercies.  Lord,  extend  ; 
Thy  truth  ourlites  the  narrow  bounds, 

vV'iere  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  bead:  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

Thy  children  .chufe  to  reft, 

^    [From  (he?,  when  creature-dreams  run  I0W3 
^\nd  mortal  comforts  die., 


C    S3     ) 

perpetual  fprings  of  life  (ball  flow^ 
And  raife  our  pleafur.es  high. 

%  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day 

Where  clouds  can  $ever  rife.] 

PSALM     36.  1—7.     Short  Metre. 

The  Wickednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Majefty  of  God  5 

or,  Practical  Atheifm  expoied. 
1   XT7HEN  man  grows  bol  i  in  {in, 

*     My  heart  within  me  cries, 
§  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

^   [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 

In  a  felf  fluttering  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'4 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

5  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  frndoth  an  J  fair, 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 

And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there.  ' 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 

New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head 

To  practice  all  that's  ill. 

K  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
The'  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
]Bis  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
'    §hall  one  great  day  appear. 

E  A 


(    H    ) 

5  His   truth  tranfcends  the  iky, 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 
Deep  as  the  Tea  his  judgments  lie, 

His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7   How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM  37.     i— 1$.     Firft  Part.     C.  M- 

The  Cure  of  Envy,  Fretfulnefs  an  1    Uobelief  ;  or, 

the  Rewards  of  the  Righteous  an,;  the  Wicked, 

1  VX/HY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

*     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  tinners  waxing  great. 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  ncon; 
Before  the  evmiog  lades, 

So  (hall  their  glories  vanifh  foon, 
In  everlafling  (hades. 

%  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  tru&, 

And  praftife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  ray  Go  i  my  ways  commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will  ; 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet. 
Shall  my  delires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thoudifplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  knows, 


(   *s   ) 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  clay. 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  poffefs. 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 

•True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way. 
Nor  Itt  your  anger  rife, 

.Though  Proyidence  mould  long  delay, 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  Onners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  lees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

p  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'nlng  fword^ 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow. 
Today  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord? 

And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

jo  My  God  (hall  break  their  bows,  and  burn, 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
£>hali  their  own  fwords  agamft  them  turn, 

And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 

PSALM  37. Ver.  16,21,26— 31.  Sec.  Part.  C.  M, 
Charity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,    Religion  in  Words   an4 

L)eeds. 
I    T  T  7HY  doth  the  wealthy  wicked  boaftj 

V  V     And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  -meaaeft  portion  of  the  juft, 
Excels  the  (inner's  gold, 


(    tf   ) 

S  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends^, 
r    But  ne'er  ciefigns  to  pay  ; 

The  fa>nt  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  gives 
.     Amongft  the  Tons  cf  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bkiled  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  (lander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  an*  gcfpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 
His  feet  fhall  never  flhie. 

6  When  tinners  fall  the  righteous  Hand 
PrefervM  from  ev;ry  fnare  ; 

They  fhall  poflefs  the  promis'dland. 
And  dwell  forever  there. 


PS  ALM37. 

Ver 

zo     or 

Third 

Part  C. 

M. 

Yhe 

Way  and 

End 

of  the 

Righteous   aad 

th; 

Wicked. 

,t 

r    "flv  /J  Y  God,  the  u>i  s  of  pious  men 
IVJ    Areorder'd  by  thy  will;. 

Though  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fuppcrts  them  ilill. 

£   The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  W?VSj 
'    Their  virtues  he  approves  j 


(    «7     ) 

He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace,, 
Nor  leave  the  ra-.n  he  1  oves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion   and  their  home  ; 

Ke  feafts  them  now,  and  jrtafeas  them  heirs 
Of  BJeflirjgs  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  (hail  confefe  their  priJe  was  vain, 
Whenjuftice  cafls  them  down. 

Pause. 

$  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  god, 
jjUke  a  tall  bay- tree  fair  and  green, 

Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'J  from  the  ground, 
Dtftroy'd  by  bands  unfeen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  hard  been- 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  rigbteoufnefs, 
His  fey'ral  (leps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his,  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

P  S  A  L  M   38.  Common   Metre. 
Guilt  of  Co  iifc  -nee  .a  n  J  Relief;   or,    Rspentaal^ 


and  Prayer  for   Pardon  an 


eau 


MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love^ 
Rcitore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
£Ior  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove.. 
I^.ike  an  avenger's  fword, 


(    r 

2  Thine  arrows  flick   within  my  heart, 
my  flefh  is  forely  preit  ; 

Between  the  forrow  and  the  frriart 
Ivly  fpirit  finds  no  red. 

3  my  fintTa-'heavy  load  appear, 

-n J  o'er  my  head  ar-e  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  aitone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  Tea, 
-    That    fifties  m\  comforts   dewn  ;    ; 

•^nd  I  go    mourning  all- the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  fro*. v:i. 

5  Lord  I  am  weaken\]  and  uifmay'd,     . 

ow'rs  are  whole  ; 
JVi y  wounds   with  pierfcing  anguim  bleed; 
d  '  .  angtwfb  of  my  foul.    • 

6  All  my  Mres  to  thee  are  known, 
'  i  counts  ev'ry  tear,  * 
And  evVj  figh  aii.i  ev'ry  groan 

]  3  notic'u  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art   my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 
my  God,  u' ill  hear  my  cry, 

?dv  Go  i    will  bare  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bi'.s  me  die. 
[3  My  foes  re- j. dice  when'er  I  Aide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  iail  ; 
They  rails  their  ;  leaftrnes  and  their  pride^ 

Y  ben'er  their  wiles  ptevail. 


(  »9  ) 
f  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  way?, 

Ancl  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace.} 

And  begfupport  divine. 

jo  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pad. 

Ana  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
P  Lord  of  my  faivation,  hafle, 

Before  thy  iervant  die.] 

PSALM  39.  Ver.  i,  2,  3.  Firii  Fart.  Com.  Metre, 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  Tongue  ;  or  prudence  and 
Zeal. 

$    TpHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
-*-     "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 

p  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
ii   Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  "Whene'er  confirain'd  a  while  to  flay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain 

3  II  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  1  feel, 

L^ft  fcofFers  (houli  th'  occaGon  tales 
To  mock,  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 

But  let  the  fcoffing  nnnersheac 
That  w§  can  fpeak  for  God, 


(     90     ) 
f  S  A  L  TvT  39.  4,  5,  6,  7.     Second  Part.  C.  M, 

The  Vanity  of  Man  as  Mortal. 
1    TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

Thou  maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

q.  A  fpati  is  all  that  we  can  boaft. 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  an.l  duft 

In  all  his  flower  an  1  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  Ota  do  ws  o'er  the  plain  : 
They  rage  ani  n\>ic~.,  defirt  and  love, 

But  all  the  noife  is  vain. 
£  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  /Low, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,,  they  know  not  \vhof 

And  ftrait  are  loon  no  more. 

What  flbouD  I  wi/h  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dud? 
They  make  our  expectation?  vain_, 

And  dlfappoirit  our  trulj. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope> 

My  foni    den  res  recai  5 
I  give  my  mortal  tntereft  up, 

Avl  make  my  God  my  all. 
PSA  L  VI    39,  '  Ver.  9—13.     Third  Part.  C.  M, 
Sicklied  Dvvotion  ;  or,    Pleading    without    Re- 
pining. 
y    /^OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down. 

VJT  Behold  the  pains  I  feel. 


,        (     9i     y 

But  T  am  dumb  before  thy  throney 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

4  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants*  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murnvring  word, 

Againft  thy  chaft  ning  hand. 

3  Yet'  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries; 
Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 

My  flrengih  confumes,  my  [y'uh  die?; 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes'. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a'moth  beneath  thy  hand; 
We  moulder  to  the  dull  ; 

Cur  feeble  pow'rscan  ne'er  withflandy 
And  all  our  beauty's  Icih 

5  I'm  but  a  At  anger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 

JVTay  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fummcr.s  hear  i 

6  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while' 
Before  my  iaft  remove, 

Thy  praife  mall  be  my  bus'nefs  (lillj 
A;iu  I'd  declare  thy  love, 

PSAL  M  40.     Ver.  i,2,  3,  5,  17.    FirijFParfe 
Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  DiHrefej 
1  1    T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
I    He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  {iw  me  refling  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvati on  nighj 


(  §&f-. 

&  He  rais'J  me  from  a  horrid  pit,' 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay. 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet,' 

Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  rne  Hand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 

To  praife  ihe  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  3 
The  faints  with  joy  fliall  hear, 

And  linners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

c;  How  many  are  tfiy  thoughts  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

.6   When  I'm  afflicled,  poor  and  low/ 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 
Jvly  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

Andbeais  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM  46.  Ver.  6—9.  Sec.  Part.   Com.  F 
The  Incarnation  and   Sacrifice  of  Chrilr. 
3    'T'HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  your  work  is  vairi, 

"  Give  your  burnt  off  rings  o'er, 
i{  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  (lain 
<e  My  foul  delights  no  more.5' 

%  Then  fpake  the  baviour,  "  Lo  I'm  herey 

"  My  God  to  do  thy  will  ; 
<i  Whate'erthv  facrcd  books  declare 

«  Thy  feivant  fhall" fulfil;  . 


i  9$  ) 

f  f*  Thy  ]aw  is  ever  in  my  light* 

iK  1  keep  it  near  my  heart ;  ; ; 

tf;  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  defigfrf 

<(  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee  the  bleft  Redeemer  comesj 
IV  eternal  fon  appears, 

And  at  th' appointed  time  afTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace/ 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhow'd. 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteouCnefs} 
Where  great  aiTembiies  ftood= 

His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart/ 
He  pity'd  finners-  cries, 
nd  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice, 

P  A  tr  i  e. 

No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhedi 
Could  warn  the  confeience  cleaa  j 
ut  the  rich  facrince  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpreao*i 
And  Satan's  kingdom  {no6k| 
hus  by  the  woman's  prorms'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PS  LAM  40.  Ver.  5— 10  Long  Metre." 
Chrift  our  Sacrifice. 
'THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought/ 
Exceed  oar  praifey  fuir  mount  our  though 

i 


(    9f    ) 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 

My  fpeech  would  faint,  my.  numbers'  f«il. 

l '  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  Wt  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  ; 
But  thou  haft  let  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  thine   eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defgns  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
/.flumes  a  body  well  prepar'd 
And  well  performs  a  work  Co  bar  d. 

4  f(  Behold  I  come,  (the  Saviour  crier^ 
"  Willi  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  Go  J.  . 

5  >  Vis  written  in  thy  g-eat  decree, 

"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold   of  me, 
(i  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
"^And  lo  !  thy  law  ii>  in  my  heart. 

6;ff  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
ei  And  rebels  io  obedience  draw, 
<i  When  oa  my  Grofs  I'm  lifted  high* 

r  <e  Ojrto  my  crown  above  the  fky. 

"  The  fpirlt  fhall  defctnd  and  fhow 
7     ee  What  thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do  ; 
(i  The  wondVlng  world  fl\a\\  learn  thy  grace, 
"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife." 

PSALM      4.1.     Ver.   1,2,3.      Long  Metre. 
rity  to  the  Poor  ;  or,  Pity  to  the  Affi'cted.    j 
>T  is  the  man,  whofe  bread  can  move,, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor,. 


(    95     ) 
.  Whofe  foul,  t)V  fympathizing  bve, 
Feels  what  his  fellow  faints  endure. 

Kis  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  5 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief 
Shall  find  the  Lord  hath  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  Avail  live  fecure  on  earth 
With  facred  bleffings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  an  I  peflilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

\.  Or  if  he  languim  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'a 
Will  fave  him  with  ahealing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  fuul  to  heav'u. 

PSALM     4.2.     i— 9.     Firft  Part.  C.  ;M, 
Defertion  and  Hope  ;  or,  Complaint  of  abfence 

from  public  WoriLip. 
[   TT7ITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mmd> 
*  *       My  God,  to  thee  I  look ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find,  " 
And  taRe  the  cooling  brook. 

i   When  (ball  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  thy  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  liea^t  endures  with  pain. 

[5  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repair ; 
The  foe  infults  without  contoul, 
■c  And  where's  your  God  at  lafl?5> 

F  2 


(  &  ) 

4  9Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  notf 

I  think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go^ 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo.  for 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit,  why  indulge  defpair. 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  Hand, 
And  fing  reftoring  lcve. 

PSALM     4«.     6—  ii.     Second  Pajt. 

Melancholy  Thoughts  reproved  ;  or,  Ho{;e  in  Af* 

fliaion. 

MY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind. 
And  times  of  paft  diflrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

o,  Huge  troubles  with  tumult'ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  y 
The  riling  waves  drown  all  my  jo)  s, 
And  roll  iremend'ous  o'er  my  head. 

g  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  hislove^ 
When  I  addrels  his  throne  by  day, 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

£  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

4-ad  fa^  »  my  God,  my  heav'nJy  rgffc 


(     97     ) 

\*  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  rite  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  Risks  ?$ 

jf  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fj  low, 
-    Why  fhould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ; 

Hope  in  the  Lord  and  praife  him  too  ; 

He  is  my  reft,  my  fare  relief. 

6   IVty  God,  my  moil  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  I'gh'taud  truth  (hall  guide  me  fliil, 
Thy  word  (hall  ray  belt  thoughts  employ^ 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nJy  hill. 

PSAL   M     43.      Common  Metre, 
Safety  in  divine  Protection.* 
1    TUDGE  me,'0  God,  and  plead  my  caufe^ 

J      Againft  a  Cnful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppreifion  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

z  On  thee  my  iledfan  hope  depends^ 

And  am   I  left  to  mourn? 
To  Cnk  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 

Implore  tl^y  kind  return  ? 

3  O  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet^ 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 

Co.-uiuel  me  to  thy  holy  -hill, 
To  fafte  thy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  alta»y  O  my  God, 
My  joyful  feet  (nail  rife, 

And  my  triumphant  longs  ft.all   praife 
?'  Tiie  Gudthat  rides  the  fl:;es. 


(    9»     ) 

f  Sink  not  ray  foul, beneath  thy  feara 

Nor  yffjd  lo  weak  defpair  ; 
Fori  ("hall  live  to  prale  the  Lord, 

An]  blefs  his  guardian  care. 

PSAL  M  44-    Ver.  i,  2,  3,  8,  15,  26.    C.  M^ 
The'Church's  Complaint  in   Perfecution. 

ORD,   we  have  heard  thy  works  cf  old,, 
~J      Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  clays, 

<l  They  faw  the  beaut'ous  churches  rife., 

The  fpreadinggofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 

Through  all  their  ten.;  Its  (hone. 

5  In  God  they  boatled  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  an:  pray, 

Apd  grace  was  all  theii 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  kiz'J  with  ihvr,?^ 
Confufion  fills  our  I 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafj  !  erne, 
An]  fools  reproau  t  thy   grace. 

5  Yet  have    we  not  forgo!  fur  God 
Norfalfety  dealt  witH   heav'n., 

Nor  have  our  fleps  deciin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  halt  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

dr  deftrudtive  breath, 
A  n .  1  t ! : :  a e  o  w  n  ha  n  i  1  \ a  s  b r  u  i  s  'd  u  z  fc  re ^ 
i    I'/  the  gates  of  death, 


(     9?     ) 
Pause, 
(j  We  are  expos' 1  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name  ; 
As  {hee:^  for  daughter  bona-:  we  lie., 
And  wait  the  kindling  i\  ime. 

$  Awake,  a'nfe,  almighty  Lord, 
Whyfleeps  thy  won  tea  grace  ? 

Why  fhoulJ  wefeera  like  men  abhorMP 
Or  buniih'd  from  thy  face  ? 

$  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off, 

And  nil!  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heavenly  love 

From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  oar  ion]  is  bowMy 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 

Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  ih^rue^ 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 

We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M     45-         S'fjori  $ 
The  Glory  of  Chi  -ill.      Tire   Succel^  of 
and   the   Gentile  Church. 
I    T^/jY  Saviour  and  my  King, 

JVJ.     Thy  beauties  are  div    j ; 
Thy  lips  with  'd    lings  overflow^ 
And  ey'ry  grace  is  thine. 


F     4 


(  i<&i  )' 

i  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 

And  rife  in  majefly  to  fpiead 
The  conquefis  of  thy  word. 

5  Strike  through  thy  flubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
"While  jjitice,  meeknefs,  grace  and -truth 

Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  Hand  ; 

And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

[lath  without  mcafure  fhed 
II is  fpirit  like  a  grateful  oil 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Behold  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  ieen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  Queen.  1 

7  Fair  bride  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 

Fcrfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  \  ows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  tin  ploy  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  hug, 
And  tafte  the  heav'nly  joy. 


(    1*1    )         ; 

V   5  A   L   M-    45.  Corp.  ion  Metre" 
3fhe  perfonal  Glories  an  1  Govern ment  of  fchrift 
i    ]<  JLL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  Kin 


L  His  form  divinely  fai 


c> 


None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

%  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  (he;!  ; 
Thy  God  with  blefiings  infinite  , 

Hath  crow'd  thy  facred  head. 

3   Gird  on  thy  [\vord  viiloncus  Prince/ 

Ride  with  rrivj-ftie  fway  ; 
Thy  terror  fhall  itrike  thro;  gh  thy  foesy 

And  make  the  .world  obey. 

4 'Thy  throne,  O  God, forever  Hands/ 

Thy  word  of  grace  i~h?M  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy.  hands/ 

To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

j  Juflics  and  truth  attend  thee  full, 

BSt  mercy  is  thy  choice  f 
And  God,  thy  God,  rhy  foul  fljall   Stf 

With  molt  peculiar  joy?, 

PSAji  M     4J-     FlrflPart.   .LongMet^/ 
The  Glory  of  C la: it,  and  power  c  f  his  GoCpei. 
l     ft*  1  OW  be  my  heart  fnfpii  M  to  Cng 
j  <^      »pjie  g{(yFje-s  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heavhdy  fair 
fiisforn*  !  how  bvight  his  beauties  are] 
<2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
Ke  {bines  with  far  fuperior  grace,, 


(     to*     ) 

Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows* 
Ani  bleihngs  all  his  ilatecompofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms  mofl  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  tenor  of  thy  (word, 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  £de. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne  O  God,  for  ever  (lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  jail  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juflice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God  has  richly  fhed 
His  oil  of  gladntfs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  blefs'd 
His  firft  born  Sen  above  the  reft. 

PS  At  M     45.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Chriftand  his  Church  ;  or,  the  myflical  Marriage. 
i   THE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
*-     AdornM  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 

He  comes  with  blefhngs  from  above, 

And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

q,  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in   pure!!  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  Orefs; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufoefs. 


(     i°3     ) 
|  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  | 
Fair  Granger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  {hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'nte  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  a'dcr'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  bis  fair  palace  in  the  fides, 

And  all  thyfons,    (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head^ 
Let  ev'ry  age  his   praifes  fpread; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
Trie  conaefcenfion  of  his  love. 

PSAL  M     46.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The    Church's     Safety    and    Triumph  among  na 

tional   Defolations. 
I    /^OB  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\JJ  '   When  ftorms  cf  fliarp  difrrefs  invade! 
Lie  we  can  oiler  cur  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

%   Let  mountains   from  their  feats  be  hui I'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulfions  fhake  the  folid 'world, 
Our  faith  fhall  never  yield  to  fear. 

I  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar^ 
Ja  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide^ 


(*  «w   ) 

ev'iy  nation,  ev'ry  fWe 
Trembly  and  dreads  the  fuelling  tide, 

4  There  is  a  ftrfeam,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 
Life,  leve  and  joy  fliJI  gliding  thro" 
And  wat'i  ing  ckfr  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  flrean,  thine  holy  worn, 
Supports  oi.r  fait'h',  our  (tar  control's, 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  iirength  to  fainting  foul?. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  againfl  a  thieat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  Ids  trshth  andarm'd  iyitli  pow'r. 


W 


L  M     46-     Second  Part.      Long  Metre, 
jro3  fights  for  ms  Chuvcb. 
ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

11  6'  tyrants  rage,  and  king  Joins  rife  ; 

.<*  ),;c  o„:n!„„  „;J;a»       '"     .  <• 


lie  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
TJ.e  nations  melt,  the  tumult  die*. 

The  I  ord  of  old  for  Jacob  Fought, 
And  Jacob's  Cod  is  (till  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought 
What  d<  folati'ons  he  lias  made. 

From  fca  to  fea,  through  all  the  (Lores 
ll<>  makes  the  notfe  of  battle  ceaCe  ; 
\\  lien  from  on  high  his  thunder  ro^Vs, 

11:  utves  the  ti-embilhg  world  to  neace. 


(     *°5    ^ 
£  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear? 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flaaie  j 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
<(  I  reign  exalted  o?er  the  lands, 

Ci  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad^ 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  {lands." 

6  O  lord  of  hons,  almighty  ^.ing. 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell. 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fee u re  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 

PS  AI>M     47.     Common  Metre, 
Chrift  afcending  and  reigning. 
%    /~%H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  ioy 
U     To  God  the  fov'i  pign  King ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  jheir  tpngues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  frjumph  fing. 

%  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  \ 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  fifing  thro*  the  fky? 
With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  Kings 
Let  mortals  Jear.n  their  drains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  \ 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

£  Eehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound^ 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong  ; 
,    |:?or  mock  him  with  a  lolemn  fount[ 
yppa  a  thougjulef^  tongue. 


(     io5    ) 

5  In  Ifra*l  flood  bis  ancient  throne, 

He  lovyA  that  chofen  rac*  ; 
Ejt  now  he  oaljs  the  world  his  owoj 
And  heathens  taile  his  grace. 

6  The  Gent;!?  nations  arc  the  Lord's,    ' 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow-rs  and  prince?,  f'hi-ids  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throue. 

P  S  A  L  M  aS.  i—8.  Firft  Part.  S.  M, 
The  Church  is  the  Honour  and  Safety  iff a  Nation, 
J    |~  ^  R  EA  T  is  rne  tord  our  God, 

L  \.J£     An  1  Jet  his  j  raife  he  great  J 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
His  moil  ■  ;  feat; 

*  Thefe  temples  ©This  grace, 
How  bea  y  (land  ? 

Th«  ;.ice^ 

'Anu  bulwarks  of  our  Jand.j 

3  In  Z->n  God  is  h. 

A  refuge  in  drftrefs  ,* 
Ho  ,7  bright  has  I  .  me. 

How  fair  hiz  heav  nly  gi 

4  When  kin-?  -rjoin'd, 

And  fa-.  s  there, 

In  wild  condiion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  wit 

5  When  riafiv      •  :>ud 

Attempt  to  fj  .  ace. 

He  fends  his  tempeft  h 

And  finks  them  m  I 


(     io7     ) 

5  Oft  have  our  fathei s  u  1,: , 
Our  eyeb  have  often  ken, 
How  well  our  Go.i  feenres  the  fold 
ere  his  own  flocks  hay e  Lccn.- 

*\  In  ev'ry  new  diflrefs 

e'll  to  his  houfe  repair', 
Recal  £0  saiad  his  wo&d'rpirs?  grace^ 
AndTeek  dcliy 'ranee  there. 

PSALM     48.    20—14.    Second  Part.  S.  Tvk 
The    Beauty  of  the  Church  ;  or,  Gqfpel     WoriLip 

and  Order, 
J    T~"AH  as  thy  name  h  known 

J         The  v.  oil]  declares  thy  praife  ; 


before  thy  throne 
1  ..e;r  fongs  of  honour  rail;. 

With  joy  thy  ]  edple  (land 

On  .1        .  .    ofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  ofthy  handy 

And  counfels  ofthy  will. 

Let  Grangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Corripafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground^ 

And  iiiaik  the  building  well. 

The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 

The  woriliip  ofthy  court, 
The  cheerful  foogs,  the  foi'emn  vqt/s,- 

And  make  a  fair  report. 

How.  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glorious  to  beheld  ! 


Eeyond  the  pomp  that  charms  th£  eye?> 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold; 

6  The  God  weworfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  Ytll  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  Iky. 

PSALM.  49.  Ver.  6—14.  Fi  fl  i'a.t.C.  A 
Pride  and  Death  j  or,  the  Vanity  of  Life  a$i 
Riches. 
3  TX7  H  Y  doth  the  man  of  riches'  grow 
To  infolence  and  pride,1 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  tViy  rifing  tide  ? 
fc  [Why  doth  he  fceat  the  poof  with  fcorrf; 
Made  of  the  fe  If- fa  me'  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefti  was  borrj 
Of  better  dud  than'  they  ? 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  prccuie 

His  foul  a  0K>rt  reprieve, 
Re  eim'd  from  death  one  guilty  hour. 
Oi"  mike  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 

Th<      «nfoi>  is  too  high  ; 
Juflii  -  svifl  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
•   ia1    •  m   nay  never  die. 
j  H<   fees  ti        -ut'Tffi  and  the  wife,    , 
us  tndtne  brave 
feflions,  clofe  their  eyesy 
he  grave. 

fhou gi  l  and  pride^ 

•  ball  cvci  ftand  j 


(<  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
C(  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

f  Vain  are  his  thoughts,-his  hopes  are  loft. 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 

Pause. 

$  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way; 
And  yet  their  ions  as  vain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay* 
And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifJom  and  of  grace, 
.   Tho-*  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beaft,  a  though tlefs  racej 
And  like  the  beaft  they  die. 

to   [Laid  in  the  grave  like  [illy  (keep, 
Dsath  triumphs  oer  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  deep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

PSALM  49.  Ver.  14,  15.  Second  Part.  C.  Metrf 

Death  and  the  Refurreclion. 
i    T7*Efons  of  price,  that  hate  the  juft, 
X       And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dufc , 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive  and  reign 
O'er  all  thatfcorn'd  them  here  ? 


3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive; 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave^ 

To  raife  my  mould 'ring  clay. 

4  Heay'n  is  my  everlafiing  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM    49.     Long   Metre. 

The  rich  Sinner's  Death,  and  the  Saints  Refurre*- 

tlon. 
1    \Xj  KY.do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

V  V       And  boaft  the  large  eflates  they  have  .' 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

a,  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Kpr  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  duff. 

3  There  the  dark  eaith  and  difmal  /hade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefhfo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  (heep  the  (inner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  faints  (ball  in  the  morning  rife, 
A  nd  hear  th'  appreflbi's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  peri/h  in  the  duft, 

Aud  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  bloocl ; 


<  III.  ) 

i  hat  glorious  Jay  exalts  the  ju# 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

£>  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 
My  flefh  and  foul  mall  part  no  more. 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM  50.  Ver.  i  —  6.   Firfl  Part.    C.  Me.trei 

The  laft  Judgment  5  or,  the  Saints  rewarded. 
I   rTT%HE  Lord  j  the  Judge,  before  his  throng 
1        Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
i\nd  near  the  Vyeftem  Iky. 

No  more  (nail  bold  blafphemers  fay4 

Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ; 
Ko  more  abufe  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  un. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  Godfhall  come^ 
Bright  fl.imes  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  tire  and  ftorn> 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

Heav'n  from  above   his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  mall  know  and  fear 

His  Juftice  and  their  doom. 

<c  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God* 

1*  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
.  g  And  feal'd  it  with  his  blood, 

&  £ 


(  1'*  ) 

$  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  acioreNmy  grace." 

PSALM  50.  Ver.   10,    if,  14,  ij,  23.  S.  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
Obedience  is  better  than  Sacrifice. 
J   nrHUS  faith'  the  Lord,  "'the  ipacfpus  fields 
"  And  flocks  an  i  herds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  catde  ofthe  hills 
Ci  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

!S  "  I  afk  no  (beep  for  faci  ifice, 

u  Nor  bullocks   burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Js  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  mall  ftt  thee  free  ; 
"  T;  en  foaii  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  T'.t  honour  due  to  me. 

"  The  mafi  that  offers  humble  praife, 

(t  Declares  my  glory  beft  ;    , 
""Ann  tfat>fe  that  trea  '.  my  holy  ways, 

c(  Shall  my  falvation  taftei" 

P  S  A  L  M  50.  Ver.    1,5,  8,  16,  si,  %i. 
Third  Part  Common  Metre. 
The'JiK'gmenr  o\    Hypocrites. 
j   X "^7HKtU  Chrift  to  judgment  fliail  defcena\ 
And  laints  lurround  their  Lord, 
Jie  calls  the  nations  m  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word* 


(     "3     ) 

2  ?*  Not  fey  the  want  of  bullock  flam 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
u  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vaia 
«*  Without  tiie  fire  of  love. 

3  f*  A  nd  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  jyftand  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  «  Could  you  expect  to  'fbaf'pe  my  fight* 

(i  And  fin  without  controul  ; 
*  But  I  /hall  bring  your  crimes  to  Lrgfrti 
«•  With  anguifli  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     50.     Long  Metre, 
Hypocrify  expofed. 
3   HTHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warnf* 
■*       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  the  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  o\  falsehood  and  deceit  ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  Tooth  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong3 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 


G   3 


(     "4    ) 

They  take  Ms  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'/\  they  lift  tieir  hands  unclean, 
Defil'j  with  luft,  tefii'.i  with  blood; 
By  night  they  pracYife  every  fin, 

By  clay  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God, 

5  And  while  his  ju  Ignvnts  long  delay, 
They  growfecure  and  lin  the  more  ; 
T'ley  think  he  (leers  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  oil  the  urea  .ful  hour. 

6  Oh  dreadful  hour  !  when  Go  1  draws  neara 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 

P  S  A  L  M  ;o.     To  a  new  Tune, 
The   lad   Judgment. 
'THE  Lord,  the  fov'ieign  fen  is  his  fummons  forth* 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  nortii; 
From   eaft  to  wed  the  founding  order  f,  read 
Thro'  diftaot  worlds  and  leg'ons  of  the  dea     ; 
No  more  fhall  athielts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'anee  fleets  no  more  ;  behold  the  day. 

%  Behold,  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Temped  ani  fire  attend  him  down  thy  fky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near  ;  let  all  things 
To  hear  his  j  dlice  and  the  tinner  s  doom  ;  [come 
But  gather  fir  ft  my  faints  (the  JuJge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  fiom  their  diilant  lands. 

3  Behold,  my  cov'nant  Ilan  Is  forever  good^ 
SeaPd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  bloody 


-(     n5    ) 

A*\\  lignM  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek  the 
T  tat  j  ail  the  ancient  worfhi>  or  the  new,  [Jew 
There's  no  dittindion  here,  :;re;  are  their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rifes  and  my  fonsv 

jjr  I,  their  alaiighfy  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  Ju  'ge  j  Ye  heav'ns  prpqktjrn  abroad 
!N!y  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths,  that  linners   'read  to  hear  5 

v    Sinners  in  bion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

j  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  fliin 
D  )  1  con  le»>n  thee  \  bulls  an  l  goats  are  vain$ 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  o:Prings  that  were  mine  befoie  ; 
JVlineare  the  tamer  beails  an  1  favage  breed,  [feed. 
Flocks,  herds  and  £eLs,  an  J  foreits  where  they 

C  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  *fk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  tfmft,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ?. 
Can  I  be  flitter'.!  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatf  rings  ani  fantajfttic  vows? 
A  e  my  eyes  charm'd  tny  veftrnents  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  an  I  gay  in  woven  gola  ? 

*l  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  caul  ffl  {hou  he  e  to. 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fucli  toys  as  theft  ?  [.  leafe 
V  hile  with  my  gra^e  and  ilatules  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'tf  dece*t,  an  t  doll  thy  brother  vvrong  °% 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  tliy  zeal  preten  's, 
Thieves  and  a  luk'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

$   Silent  I  w  lite  I  with  long  fail 'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  friouL  ne'er  reprove  \ 
G4 


(     »«    ) 

And  cheriflj  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  f  ri  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  anright  thy  guilty  fouj; 

p  Sinners,  awake  betimes  :  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 

*    A  wake  befot  c  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ;  [mend* 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  woiks  a- 
3Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friena  ; 
Left  like  a  lion  hi?  hill  veng'ance  t'ftr'r. 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliverer  near. 

PSAL   ivl     50.     To  the  oil  proper  Tunij. 

I   1  HE  God  of  glory  (ends  his  fummons  forth  j 

Calls  the  fouth  nations  and  awakes  the  north  5 
From  eaft  to  wed  the  fov'reign  orders  f\  read, 
Thro'  dihV.nt  word  is  and  regions  of  the  lea  !, 

The  trumret  foun:!s,  hell  trembles,  heav'n   rejoices  ; 

Lift  uj)  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

7>  No  more  fhall  afheiits  mock  his  long  delay  ; 

His  veng'ance    deep  no  more  :  bdiol  ;  the  day  ; 

Behol.i  the  Ju^'ge  defcends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 

Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fhall  a::cre  him  ; 
Wmle  tinners  tiembles,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  "  Heav  n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near ;  let  all  things! 
come 
"  To  hear  my  jaflice  and  the  finner's  doom  : 
"  Rut  gather  full  my  faints,  the  Judge  commands  : 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  idflant  lands. 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  raflion  ; 

And  (hunt,  ye  famts,  he  comes  tor  your  falvation,    . 


(  l«  ) 

4.  ff  Behold  my  cov'nant  Hands  forever  good;, 

"  Seal'J  by  fh'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood.    '  [Jew 
'*  And  fgn\j  with  all  their  names  ;  t  le  Greeks  the 
"  That  paid  the  ancient  worlhipor  the  new. 
There's  no  diftinclion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices, 
An  I  raile  pout  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 

j  <(  Here  (faith  the  Lord),  ye  angels    fpread  their 
thrones, 
<e  And  near  me  feat  my  favVites  and  my  fons, 
"  Come,  my  receem'j,  pofTcfs  the  joys  prepared 
te  Ere  time  began,  rt is  your  uivine  reward. 

When  Chrifl  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paifion  ; 

And.  About,  ve  faints,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause      the  Firft. 
<5  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  thj?  almighty  God,    [broad 
t(  The  fov'reign  Ju  'ge  :  ye  lieay'ns  proclaim  a- 
t(  V'y  jufl  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
"  Thofe  awful  truths  that  miners  dread  to  hear. 
Wihen  God  appears  all  nature  (hail  adore  him, 
While  Gnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

J-  "  Stan  J  forth,  thou  boll  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
<(  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  cali    my    threafniugi 

vain  ; 
**  Thou  hypocrite,  one  drefl  in  faint's  attire, 
ie  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,   heav'n  rejoices  5 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheeiful  voices, 

£  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  (lata 
c(Do I condemn  thee  \  bulls  and  goats  are  van 


(     »8     | 

ff  Without  the  flames  oflove  ;  in  vain  the  flor$ 
"  Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  before. 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  nature  fhall  a  ore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  hirn. 

)  il  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
"  When  did  I  third  or  drink  thy  bullocks  blood  I 
t(  Mine  are  t)ie  tamer  beails  and  favage  breed, 
*(  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they 
All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation; [feed. 
Gives  linners  veng'ance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

iO  "  Can  I  beflatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chattering*  and  fantaltic  vows  ? 
u  Are  my  eves  chattn'J  thy  veflments  to  behold, 
t(  Glaring   in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifts 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

Pause  the  Second. 
;  i  "  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  cculd'ft  thou  hope  to 
"  A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?  [pleafe 
While  with  my  grace  and  (fatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
*'  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doll  thy  brother  wrong, 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voice.s, 

12   "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  j  re  tends*; 
"  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thychofen  friends  ; 
<f  While  the  faife  flatt'rer  at  rny  ahar  waits, 
tl  His  harden'd  foul  ciivine  inftru<5lion  hates. 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  dilguifes 
pan  icreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes* 


(    H9    ) 

S3  «  Silent  T  waited  with  long  fufPringlore  5 
'<  But  di.i'lt  thou  hope  that  I  ihouid  ne'er  reprove? 
€f  And  cherifli  fuch  an  impious   thought  within, 
*?  Tiat  the  All- Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?  * 
See  God  appears  all  nations  join  t' adore  him  : 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  linnets  fall  before  him. 

14  «  BehoUmy  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
?  And  thy  own  crimes   adright  thy  guilty  foul  5 
e<  Now  like  a  lion  (hall  my  vengeance  tear 
"  Thy  bleeding  heart  and  no  celiv  rer  near. 
Judgment  concludes, hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices^ 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints, with  qheerful  voices* 

Epiphonema, 

1.5  "  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,,  be  wife ; 
"  Awake  before  this  dreauful  morning  rife  : 
"  Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  workf-, 

amend, 
<(  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend 
Then  join  yefaiats,  wake  ev'ty  cheerful  pafTion 
WnenQhriit  returns, he  comes  for  your  falvatio 

P  S.  U  M  ;i,  FirftPart  Long  Vetn? 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 
X   QHOW   pity,  Loru,  O  Lord,  forgive^ 
k/   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  (inner  truft  in  thee  ? 

£  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpaffc. 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bounds 
So  let  thy  parct'ning  love  be  found  ! 


(       120       ) 

*   0  w^fb  thy  foul  from  evVy  fin, 

>\nd  make  my  guilty  conference  clean  $ 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
Ana  pail  o.\ences  pain  m we  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  conftfs 
Againft  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  ; 

jLc > r-J,  {ho u Id  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemnM;  but  thou  art  clear  ? 

5  Should  fucJden  vengeance  faze  my  breathy 
I  mtiff  pronounce  thee  jufl  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  fmner,  Lord, 
Whcfe  hope  ilill  hov'ring  round   thy  word, 
Won!.1  Ijgfo't  o:i  iome  fweet  promife  there*  ' 

\  Somefurc  fupport  a^aimt  deipair. 

P  3  A  L  M    5.1.      Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Criminal  and  actual  Sin  confefled. 
l    T     CRD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
±J    r\n  i  born  unholy  and  unclean, 
Spriirg  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Con-Li;  ts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

%   Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death, 

"  i.c  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 

But  we're  defii'd  in  every  part. 
c    [Great  God  event?  my  heart  anew., 

And  fonj*  my  fyhfit  pure  and  true  ; 


_    (       »*t       ) 

O  make  me  wife  betimes  toi\  y 
My  clanger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  $ 
The  leprcfylies  deep  within. 

5  No   bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hylop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieilj 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea»/ 
Can  warn  the  difmal  (lain  away.        *^ 

6  Jefus,  my  CJo  !,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  futficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  j 
No  Jewifli  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

,j    While  guilt  difturbs  and  b/eaks  my  peace. 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  heat*  thy  pard'ning  voice  ; 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

P  S  A  L  M  5,'.     Third  Part.    Long  Metre, 
The  Backflider  restored  ;  or,  Repentance  and  Faith 

in  the  Blood  of  Chri{L. 
I    /'"X  THOU  thathear'n:  whenfmners  cry, 

V  /    Tho'  all   my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mern'ry  from  thy  book. 

%  Create  my  nature  pure  within , 
And  for m  .my  foul  averfe  to  6n  : 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
|>Jor  hide  thy  pYefeace  from  my  Hfedtfr 


(   I**   ) 

;  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cad  out  and  banifh'd  from  rhy  Cght  % 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  Go  1  reftore, 
An:!  guard  me,  that  1  fall  no  more. 

f  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  a.iord , 
An  1  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

£  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

0  My  foul  lies  humbled  la  the  duft, 
"   And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And    fare  the  foul   condemn'd   to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
1'ii  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  (ball  praife a  pard'ning  God. 

j?  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Solvation  (ball  be  all  my  fong  : 
And  all   my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  bleis 
The  Lord  my  firength  and  right eoufnefs. 

rSALM  51.  Wr.  3—33.  Firft  Part.  Com.  IVetre, 
Original  and  acluai  Sin  confefled  and  pardoned. 

J    I    ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  (ore  diflrefs 
*-"*      And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  j 


(  i*J  ) 

5  Should 'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufli  my  fkm  to  dull, 

Heav'n   would  approve  thy  vengeance  well/ 
.    And  earth  mi. fi:  own  it  juijr. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came/ 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  (in. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drev? 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
AnJ  as  my  days  a  vanc'u  I  grew 

A  juiter  prey  for  death.  -     , 

j  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  an  1  cheer  my  Ida] 
With  thy  forgiving  \ovq  ; 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpii  it  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

j  Then  will  I' make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backsliders  fliafl  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 
PSALM  51'.  Ver.  14—17.  Sec.  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
t  Repentance  and  Faith   in  the  Blcod  of  Christ. 
1   (T~\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V_>^      My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  feuarating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  lore. 


(     1*4     ) 
i  Give  me  the  pretence  of  thy  grace  j 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue, 
Shall  fpeak  atylid  thy  righteowhefsj 

And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flairi 
For  Gn  could  e'er  atone  ; 

The  death  ofChrifl  fhallilill  remairi 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  vt'itii  fin's  defert 
My  God  will   ne'er  defpife  : 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  htitrt 
Is  our  belt  facrifice. 

P  S  A  L  M    52.  Cor.mon  Metre. 
The  Difap-pointment  of  the   wicked. 

1  YTFHY    fhordd   trie  mighty  make   their    bo?£> 

**      And  heav'nly  grace  clefpife? 
In  their  own.arm  they  put  their  truft; 
And  fill  their  mpifth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengeance  mail  deftn&yy 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  ; 

No  more  (hall  they  his  church    annoy, 
nor  find  on  earth   a  place. 

3  But  like  a'cuUqrM   pf"^  grow, 

Dreft   in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  On  thine  eternrd  grace,  O  Lord,' 
Thy  faimVfKail  reft  fecure, 

And  all  who  trujft  thy  holy  word 
Shall  bud  fa!  vat  ion  fuse, 


(    wj    ) 

PSlLM     52.     Long  Metr.9, 
The  Folly  cf  Self- Dependance. 
^X7H"^  mould  the  haughty  hero  boaft 

*        His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hofl  3 
While  bloo,d  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 
And  defolation  wailes  the  land. 

He  joys  to  hear  the  caotive's  cry, 
The  wi  Jo w's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  : 
And  wheji  the  weary'd  fword  would  (jparej 
His  falfehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue$ 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  pow'r, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

But  God  heholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Caft.  to  the  duft  his  honours  down  ;  , 
The  righteous  freed,  their  fyppes  recal^ 
I   And  h',iil  the  proud  opprefibr's  fall. 

;  How  long  the  infusing  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  pow/r  defpife  j 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  jcya 
His  arm  Almighty  to  deftroy. 

>  We  praife  the  Lord,  who  heard  ourcrieS, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  fkies  ; 
-The  faints  who  Caw  oar  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our -grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

?  S   A  L  M     .53.     Ver.  4— 6.  Common  Me>re, 
Victory "  and  Deliverance  from  Perfection. 
RE  all  the  foes  of  Sicn  fools 

Who  thus  eieftroys  her  faints?  H 


A! 


(    «»5    ) 
Bo  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rutoj 
An.!  pties  her  corn;  hints? 

*  Try  rhall  be  feizM  with  fdJ  furprifc  ; 
For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crufh  the  hand  th^t  dares  arifet 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

5  In  vain  the  fans  of  fatan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
Whon  God  has  fitfl  JefpisM  their  !iofla 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  Oh  for  a  word  from  Sion's  King, 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
The  joyful  faints  thy  praife  (nail  fing, 
Ana  Ifr'ei  weep  no  more. 

PSALM     54.      Common  Metre* 

X   TQEHOi.D  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  -, 
I  £     Before   thy  throne  afcend, 
Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye,  -*^ 

And  ftill  our  lives  defend.'  '    J^ 

• 

6  For  flaught'ring  foes  infult  us  round, 

Oppremve,  proud  and  vain, 
They  cad  thy  temples  to  the  ground. 
And  all  our  rites  profane. 

5  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trull, 
And  in  thy  powY  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  fhall  crufb  our  fots  to  fliifti 


'ijhy  praife  iofpire  cur  voice. 


(  m  ) 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whofe  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrr f>, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  ev'ry  land, 
And  ftilj  thy  people  blefs. 

PSALM  55.  Ver.  i,8>  16,  17,  1-8,  iy  Com,  Met. 
Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  Soul* 

5  ^^  GOD,  my  refcge,  hear  my  cries, 
**-J      Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife.. 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

%  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 
-  My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  in  ward  (trife, 
To  (Lake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-firings  woundj 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ;    _ 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongftthe  (hades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  thefe  reftlefs  tilings. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  dpferl  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  fiorms  of  malice  never  blov?^ 
Temptations  never  come. 

$  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all 
To  Jfcape  the  rage  of  hell ! 
The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call; 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well 


(     »»«    ) 

"Pause. 
Q  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  mall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  wlM  he  long  deny. 

8   Go  i  mail  preferve  my  foul  from  fear* 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  rauft  appear 
If  he  com  land  their  aid. 

<*>  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuflains  them  all  ; 
My  courage  reds  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  (hall  never  fait. 

fco  My  higheft  hopes  mall  not  be  va/a, 
My  lips  mall  fpread  his   praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  55.  Ver.  15,  16,  1  7  19,  22.  Short  Metre* 
1    J]      ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 

A-J     And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 

But  in  the  worth ip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

$  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne,, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  ; 
I  feek  his  blefhngs  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

«  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 
While  lirmers   perifh  in  farprife 
'  'Beneath  thine  argry  red* 


{    '™9     ) 
ft  hecaufe  thej  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trull  thy  name^ 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

c  But  I  with  all  my  cares. 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  caft  my  burdens  on, his  arm? 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

jg  His  arm  fha!I  wtll  fuftain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  ftancb> 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PS  A  L  M     56.         Co-nmon  Metre. 
Deliverance   from  Oppreffion  and   Fa.lfehood  :  c 
God's  Care  of  his  People,  in  anfwer  to  Faith  aai 
Prayer. 
5     f   \  THOU  whofe  juitice  reigns  en  higfy 
\  J  And  makes  th?  oppreflbr  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  linaers  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

$  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife> 
3V'y  refuge  is  thy  word. 

In  God  moil  holy,  jufl,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trail ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  fiefo  can  do, 

The  oifspring  of  the  duft. 

They  wrefl  my  words  to  mifchkfflil^ 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 

n  i 


(     >3©     ) 

For  mifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  (land  ? 
Oh  call  the  haughty  finner  down. 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affed  his  ears  ; 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints., 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry> 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fty, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  j 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do> 
The  offspring  oftheduft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  {halt  receive  my  praife  ; 

I'll  fittg,  how  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 

How  righteous  all  thy  ways  ! 

10  Thou  haftfecur'd  my  foul  from  death> 

Oh  fet  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breatlt 
May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 


(     i3'     ) 

PSALM     57.        Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  Protection  ;  Grace  and  Truth, 
t   \  4  Y  Gad  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings, 

JVA  Ofboundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown 
,    Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

%  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  5 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 
And  faves  me  fiom  the  threading  florm. 

%  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  % 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  :  my  fong  fhall  raife 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife^, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns. 
And  reaches  to  the  utmofl  iky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die* 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow*r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

P  S  A  L  M   58.     As  the  1 13th  Pfafm^ 
Warning  to  Magiflrates. 
\_  T  UDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws* 
I     Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

H  5 


(     *«     ) 

When  vile  oppreflion  wafles  the   land  ? 
t)are  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  linnets  'fcape  fecure, 
^  While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  \ 

$  Hare  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 

That  God  will  ju  !ge  the   ju:!e;es  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftlce  reigns  £ 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  Co  J  ; 
And  fend  your  boll  decrees  abroad 
To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  ]  oifoiiYi  arrow  is  your  torguc, 
The  arrow  fkarp  the  poifon  flrohg, 

And  death  aitends  where'er  it  wounds  J 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears  ; 
bo  the  deaf  adder   floj  s  her  ears  ! 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charmtfig  fo'jnJ^ 

4  Break  out  ihi/ir  teeth,  eternal  Go d  ; 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy\l   in  bloo ..:  ; 

Ani  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  deft, 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  f weeping  tern;  eh1  flies, 

So  let  their  Hopes  and  names  be  loft, 

5  TI»'   Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
-    Their  grand  ?ur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  offnow  diilolve  and  run* 
Or  (nails  tnSt  peri(h  in  their  (lime, 
Ov  births  that  come  before  their  time. 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  t^c  fun. 

fjThiisihdl  the  veng'ance  oj.  the  Lf>r4 
Safety  and  joy  to  Qiints  afford  | 


(.  m   ). 

And  all  that  here  frail  join  and  fay, 
S-.ire  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high;, 
A  God  fhat  hears  his  children  cry, 
<•'  And  Will  their  ftfrPriags  well  repay.*3 
PSAL  M  59.    Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  national  Deliverance. 
FvO  vl  joes  that  round  us  rife, 
O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 
Who  brave  the  veng'ance  of  the  ikies, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

Behold,  from  diflant  (hores, 

And  defert  wilds  they  con;?, 
Combine  for  blood    their  barb'rous  force, 

And  thro'  thy  cities  roam. 

Beneath  the  filent  (hade, 

Their  facred  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 

And  walk  the  fields  by  day. 

And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 
Permit  fecure  that  impious  race^ 

To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  there  deeped  veil, 

His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 

Yet  fave  them,  Lord  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them  with  thine  angry  breaih^ 

Thro'  uiAaat  lauds  to  roam. 

H  4 


(   m  ) 

1  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ;. 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice* 
And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 

PSALM  60.  Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  Diftrefs  of  War. 
5,  T     ORD  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  lanc!^ 
8  J     Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  veng'ance  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2,  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 
Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  iky. 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  OurSion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke^ 
And  lave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhieldA 
And  put  our  foes  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  (hall   numerous  pow'rs  unite, 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

£   Our  troops,  beneath  thy  guiding  hand. 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
fJTis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand; 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 


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t  S  A  L  M    61.     Ver.  i—6.       Short  M£ire, 

Safety  in  God. 
X   T TT HEN  over whelm'd  with  grief, 
*  *      My  heart  within  me  dies* 
Helplefs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That  s  high  above  my  bead, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wing! 

My  fhelter  and  my  made. 

g  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  thetow'r  of  my  defencej 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  mall  polTefs  the  fame. 

PSALM  6i.  Ver.  5— ii.  Long  Metre.. 
No  Truft  in  the  Creatures ;  or,  Faith  in  DivinS 
Grace  and  Power. 

MY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne.^; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  flraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

Trull:  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
GoJ  is  cur  sli-fufficient  aid. 

Hi 


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5  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree; 
The  bafer  fort   are  vanity  ; 
Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
L igh  t  as  a  puIF  of  em pty  air. 

4  Make  not  increaGng  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'riog  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared 
Once  and  a  gain  my  ears  have  heard, 
ii  Ail  power  is   his  eternal  due  ;" 

He    mult  be  fear'dand  trufled  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juflice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 

P  S  A  L  M  63.  Ver.  1,2,  jr,  3,   4. 
Common  Metre. 
The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 
t    T7  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I_J      I  hafie  to  ftrt k  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfly  fnirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheeringgrace. 

1  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand 

Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long;  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 

And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 
g  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  (Line  ; 


: 


(     Hj     ) 

My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hcur> 
That  vinon  fo  divine. 

4  Not  ail  the  bieflings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when   thy  richer  grace  1  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  irfelf  with   all  its  joys, 

Can  my  beft  faflions  move, 
Or  raiie  io   high   my  cheerful  voice/ 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  til!  my  laft  expiring  day 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  \v  iii  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my   lips  to  f;ng. 
FSALM631.  Ver.  6—  10.  Sec.  Part.  Com.  Metre 

Midnight  Thoughts  rccollecled. 
%  'TWAS   in  the  watches  of  the  night 
I  t  h  on gh  t  u p c  n  thy  do  w  V , 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  light 
Amicfl  the  darker!  hour. 

£  My  fiefh  lay  retting  on  my  hzd,     , 
My  foul  afofe  on  high  ; 
My  Go  !,.my  ;;fe,  my  hope,  I  fa  id/ 
Bring  thy  falvation   nigh. 

3  My  {^>Frft  Favours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  -fie  heav'nly  road  ;' 
Buftfcy  rrght  hand  upholds  me  ftiify 
While  I  purfue  my  G^  i. 

4  Thy  mercy  ffrercnes  oTer  my  head 

Tlieffcaddfc  6f  thy  wings; 


(     '38    ) 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid> 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  thedeftroycrs  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  ftiall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  (lain. 

I  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM    63.        Long  Metres 
Longing  after  God  :  or,  the  Love  of  God  better 

than  Life. 
1   f*  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
VJT  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  5 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

%  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 
Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 

3  with  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands* 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look. 
As  travellers  in  thrifty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  broke. 

4.  "With  early  feet  I  love  t>  appear 

Among  the  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  5 
Oft  have  I  feen   thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow"r  of  fov'reign  grace. 


f   m  ) 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  taSe* 
No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  fo  high   my  cheerful  fong* 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 
No  tafle  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 

?T  would  but  a  tirefome  burthen  prove^. 
If  I  were  bani/Vd  from  the  Lord. 

5.  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  affiicl  my  head, 
One  thought,  of  thee  gives  new  delight^ 
And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  (hall  make  my  heart  rejoice^, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days 

PSALM    63.      Short  Metr 
Seeking  God. 

xVJL  This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  5, 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To,  tafle  thy  love  divine. 

ft  My  thirfly  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

£.  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold^ 
"  Aadfed  thy  ojuick'niDg  grac:,, 


(     Ho     > 

4  Fc  Bfte  wuhoirt  thy  It  /e 

fro  relr/K  can  afto    .  : 

No  joy  can  be  com;  ar\!  with  t;il:5 
To  ierve  and  pleafe  the  Lor  J. 

£  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praile  thee  while  [  live  ; 

Not  th?  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  ty?ut$  of  nijiht, 

I  call  ray  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  hpW  wife  thy  counfels  ar£» 
And  all  t}.y  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  ba.fi  been  my  help, 

To  thee  ray  fpirit  flits, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence* 
My  cheerful  ho^e  relies. 

5  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

My  foul  in  f^cty  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  Cupports  ray  ftepsi 

PSALM     64.         Long  Mctrft 
5    /*">  REAT  God,  attend  to  ray  corapIaHlil 

•  '.  Jf   Nor  let  ray  drooping  fpirif  faint  ; 
When  foes  in  lecrel  £pread  the  fna-e, 
Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care. 
S  Shield  me  without  and  guard  within, 
From  t reach  rous  foes  and  deadly  lin  $■ 
May  envy,  lull,  and  pride  depart* 
And  heav'idy  grr.ee  expand  my  heart- 


(    W    ) 

g  Thyii'flice  and  thy  powV  difplay^ 
An  J  icatterfar  thy  foes  away  ; 
"While  lifPning  nations  learn  thy  wditifj 
And  iaintstriumphant  bjefs  the  Lord,  ' 
4  Then  (hall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  ihy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne. 
And  plead  fhe  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  65  Ver.  1-5  13.  Fisfl  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Public  Prater  and  Praiie, 
l    THE  praife  of  Siori  \\ aits  for  thee, 

My  God  :  -and  praife  becomes  ihy  boufe  | 
There  (hall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows, 

.%  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray  \ 
All  lands  to  thee  (nail  lift  their  eyes. 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Again  ft  my  will  my  f;ns  prevail, 

But  grace  (hall  purge  away  the  (lain   \ 

-   The  blood  of  L'hrifl  will  never  fail 

To  waftn  my  garments  white  again. 

..  \ 

4  Bled  is  the  man  whom  thou  (Lair  choofej 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  "thee  ; 
Give  him  i.  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tafle  thy  love  divine! y  free. 

Pause. 

I  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays  \ 
'  Babel  ure^re  for  long  ciiflrefs* 


(     H*     ) 
When  Sion's  God  himfelf  array? 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reit. 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Sion's  hill  and  own  their  Lord  5 
The  riling  and  the  fettingfun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  65  Ver.  5-13.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
J)ivine  Providence  in  Air,  Earth  and  fea  }    or,  the* 

God  of  Nature  and   Grace. 
I   "THE  God   of  our  falvation  hears 

The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears  \ 
Yet  when  he  eomes  with  kind  defigns, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  fhines. 

%  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remctcft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  knowna 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  Go  J, 
When  tempefts  rage  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  rioify  tempefts  ceafe  : 
Me  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves;, 


(     »4S     ) 

£  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  floniij 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftab'iiVd  by  his  hand 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  fland. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  &y, 
New  coqjets  blaze  and  lightnings  flyj 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes-, 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weilern  hills. 

S   Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rsj 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

p  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  flores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirily  ground  fupply  : 
Ke  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

f  o  The  defer t  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neigh'bring  hills  repeat  their  joys, 

i  i    The  paftures  fnsile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name/ 


r  m  ) 

iz  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  j-.owV  da  ine  ; 
O  er  tv'ry  fMj  thy  glories  mine  ; 
Thro'  cv'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year  ! 

PSALM     65.     Firft  part.    Common  M#r!& 

A  Prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  1TJR  AISE  waits  in  Sfon,  Lord,  for  thee, 
!C       Inhere  mall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 

Thou  hail  an  ear  when  (inners  pray, 
All  ffeflj  Iliall  Peek  thine  aid. 

2  Lard,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  par.-'ning  giact  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev  ry  (in. 

3  Bled  ar<e  the  men  .whom  thou  wilt  choof: 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
Tofeaft  upon  thy  grace.      p 

4.  In  anfwVing  what  thy  church  requefls, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  mine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs. 
Fulfil  thy  kind  deCgn. 

jr  Thus  mall  trie  worid'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  goo.'  and  juft  ; 
An  1  ciift'ant  iflarids  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittVIrtg  tokens,  >L  or J3 
Whenrtfigrns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  wordj 
nd  love  as  well  as  fear. 


;  (   !4jr   ) 

$SALM     Cy     Second   Part.     Common  Met?.'?, 
The  Providence  of  God  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  \  ©jrJ 

the  Bleffings  of  Rain. 
I  ' ^"|'HIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains &and> 
1        God  ofeternai  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thycommandj 
And  tempeits  ceafe  to  roar, 

i  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (Lade 
Succeffive  comforts  bring  ;  , 

Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  gladj    * 
Thy  fiow'rs  adorn  the  ipring. 
5  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours^' 
Heaven,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  dettil  in  fruitful  fhow'rsp 
The  author  is  divine, 

Thofe  w;md?ring  citterns  in  the  Iky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fuppl^ 

The  fucirows  of  the  ground. 

The  thtrfly  ridges  drink  their  fall, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  ftillj 

Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year, 

P  S  A  L  M  65.  ThirdVart.  Common  Metre,. 

The  Bleffings  of  the  Spring  5  or,  God  gives  Rain. 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Huibandraan, 

GOOD  is   the  Lord,  the  heavmly  King* 
Who  makes  the  earth  hjs  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

4 


(     »4<5    ) 
i  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high/ 
Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  bkilings  from  the  iky/ 
To  cheer  the  thirily  land. 

3  The  ioften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 

The  vallies  licli  provision  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  ling. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  (how'rs. 
The  meadows  drefs'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  rlow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods  refrem'd  with  rain 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ;' 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again,* 
And  raife  the  reapers  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  Hocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
/And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM66.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metr£ 

Governing  Power    and  Goodnefs  ;  or  our  Grace 

tried  by  Affliction. 

1  QING  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord, 
*  i     Sing  with  a joyrul  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 

PI  is  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky> 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
(i  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 


(    '47    ) 

g   [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  cleave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy*, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

%  He  rules  by  his  refifllefs  might  : 
Will  rebel-mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  I 

6  Oh  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuSPring  fouls^ 

To  make  our  graces  (Line  ; 
So  iilver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

§  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  way%. 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thy  unerring  hand. 

PSALM  66.  Ver.     13— iz.  Second  Part  C.  M, 

Praife  to  God  for  hearing  Prayer. 
5  l^wTOW  (hall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
i.^1      To  that  Almighty  pow-r, 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 
Jq  my  diltrefsful  hour. 

1% 


(     H*    ) 

%  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  :. 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

$  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell. 
I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  fov'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employed  my  tongue  \ 
The  Lord  had  mown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

$  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefl) 
Has  i"tt  my  fpirit  free  ; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requefl. 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  ftte. 

PSALM     67. :        Common  Metre. 
tThe  Nation's  Profperity,  and  the  Churclr's  Inct^if:. 
%    QHINE  mighty  God,  on  Sicn  mine,         .  '* 
:    O      With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace; 
Reveal  thy.pow  rthrough  all  our  coafls., 

And  mow  thy  fmiling  face.        - 

<l   [A  mid  ft  our  realm  exalted  high 
Do  thou  our  glory  fta'nd, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  favVite land.] 

5  When  mall  thy  name  from  more  to  fl-.ore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
And  diflant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


(     HP     J 

4.  fjirig  to  the  Lord,  ye  dilhnt  lands, 
Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ;    ' 
Let  ev  ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev  ry  heart  rejoice. 

j  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  JuJge^ 
That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
la  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  talle  his  love. 

C  Earth  (hall  ohey  his  high  command, 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfuln'efs  and  peace. 

*?  God.  the  Redeemer,- fcatters round  ' 
His  c  hoi  ceil  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  lee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  68.  Ver.  i",  6,  32,35.   Firft  Part.  L.  Ivt, 
The  Vengeance  and  Compamon  of  God. 

I    '  '    ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 
JL- J  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  J 
Asfmoke  that  fought  to  cioud  the  fkies 
Before  the  riCng  temped  flies. 

%   [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  5 
•  Juftice  anil  veng'ance  are  his  names  ;  ' 

Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 

Like  melting  waz  before  the  fire.] 

g  He  rides  and  thunders    thro*  the  fky, 
I  His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 

Sing  to  his  name  ye  fons  of  grace  5 

Ye  iaints  rejoice  before  his  face. 

5  t 


C       I  JO       ) 

4.  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  iiis  aid  in  lharp  diftrefs 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  JvJw  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

£  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heftvy  chaia^ 
And  pris'ne-rs  lee  the  light;  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  djfptite  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  ana  darknefl  flill. 

4  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him  ye   nations,  in  your  long  : 
His  wo::d'rous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe^ 
His  honours  (hall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  (hakes  theheav'ns  with  loud  alarms  \ 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  HV  el  are  his  mercies  known., 
Ifr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleft  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 
When   terrors  rife  and  nations  faint, 
Gol  is  ihe  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  68.  Ver.  17,  18.  Sec.  Part.   LongMelr*. 

Chrilt's  Afcenlian,  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit* 
I    T     OKD  when  thou  dfdft  afcend  on  highA 
Li   Ten  thoufand  angel*  fill  the  fl<y  ; 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  Hate. 

a  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

A'!  ore  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  g 
"While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
Air*d  ftrufck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe* 


(  tp  ) 

5  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell. 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
"Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd   by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his   promis'd  Spirit  dovyn, 
"With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel- men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  68.  Third  Part.  Ver.  19,  9,  io}  it,  2%, 

Long  Metre. 
Praife   for  Temporal   Bleffings  ;  or  Common  and 

Special  mercies. 
X    \X7^  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 

V  V     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  ; 
Who  pours  his  blelungs  from  the  Ikies 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fuppl;es. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  raia 
Kefrem  the  thirfiy  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  deat-i  ; 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  Itrong, 

4.  He  makes  the  faint  and  {inner  prove 
The  common  bleifmgs  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difPrence  that  remains, 
Isendlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

j  The  Lord  that  bruis'J  the  ferpent's  head, 
'    ^)a  all  theferpent's  feed  {hall  tr°ad, 

1 1 


(     Ul     ) 

The  ftutjbOMi  fmner's  hope  confound, 
And  imite  him  with  a  killing  wound. 

ut  his  right  hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 

rem  the  deep  earth  or. Weeper  feas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  ; 
There  fhall  they  tafle  his  fpecial  love. 

PSALM  69.  Ver.  1  —  14.  Firfl  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  Sufferings  of  Chrift  for  our  Salvation. 
1    a  gAVE  me,  OGod,    the  fweiii-rg  floods 
'<  Break  in  upon  my  foul  ; 
u  I  fink  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

a  "  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  is  gone, 
"  In  tears  I  wade  the  day  ; 
"  My  God  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
'<  And  fliorten  thy  delay. 

3  c(  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  frill  their  number  grows 
"More   than  the   hairs    around   my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
u  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
f*  Which  finners   took  away. 

£  "Thus  in    the  great  Median's  name, 
"  The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
"  Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts   to  griefj 
f?  And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 


(     *53    ) 
$  u  Now  fball  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 
U  Salvation  in  my  name, 
ie  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain  j"  and  mame. 

*j  <e  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  roundy 
/  <{  And  fackcloth  was  my   drefs, 

(<  While  I  procur'dfor  naked  fouls. 
<(  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  <e  Amongfi  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
iC  I  like  a  ftranger  Hood, 
4<  And  bore  their  viJe  reproach  to  bring 
((  The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

£  <{  I  came  in  £nful  mortals  ftead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  will  : 
ff  Yet  when  I  cleans?d  my  Father's  houfe^ 
<c  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  u  My  fadings  and  my  holy  groans 

a  Were  made  the  drunkard's  longs 
ie  But  God  from  his  celeliial  throne 
e:  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  <(  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep^ 

"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
ei  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  (inking  feet      k 
"  On  well-eflabliuVd  ground. 

12,  <e  'Twas  in  a  moll  accepted  hour, 
"  My  pray'r  arcfe  on  high, 
P  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fljall  hear 
ft  The  dying  unnei  's  cry," 


(     *54    ) 

BSALM  69.  Ver.  14,21,26,  29,32.    Sec.  Tan, 

Common  Metre. 

The  PafTionand  Exaltation  ofChrift. 

1  1V1  ^  ^   ^et  our  *'PS  Wit*1  holy  fear 
JlSI    And  mournful  pleafures  ting 
The  fofPrings  of  our  great  High-Pritfl> 

The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  Gnks  in  flood  of  deep  diftrefs  ; 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'niy  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  C(  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  faye  thy  Sop,, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  (hilling  face  ; 
<(  Why  would  thy  fav'rite  Jock  like  oncf 
"  Forfa ken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  t(  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

<c  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
<(  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
f(  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

£  u  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  rlufl, 
te  And  langh  when  I  complain  ; 
f<  Their,  fharp  infulting  (landers  add 
"  Frefli  anguiflb  to  my  pain. 

f5  u  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  the^ 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  (name  ; 
{t  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defil'd  my  name. 

n  u  I  look  for  pity  but  in  vain  ; 
<c  My  kindred  are  my  grief ; 


(    tss   > 

<c  I  a(k  my  friends  for  comfort  rouncf^ 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief 

§  i(  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirfr, 
ie  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
<e  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans>. 
<(  They  triumph  in)  my  blood. 

0  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefFeil  foul, 

<{  Let  thy  compamon  fave  ; 
"  And  tho'  my  item  fink  down  to  death^ 
(i  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  u  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

tc  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  I 
"And  thy  falvation  O  my  God, 
(i  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne-3' 

PSALM69.  Third  Part.  Common  Mjtrfe 

Chrifl's  Obedience  and  death  ;  or  God  glorified  a 3jl 
Sinners  faved. 

1  I  FATHER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace.* 
X        I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor-* 
And  bore  thefinner's  {name. 

%  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high> 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke^ 
And  finim'd  all  thy  will. 
«  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpets  folemn  found^ 
5h&P .goats  or  bullocks  b  Iqod-, 


<   us  ) 

4  This  ffiall  his  humble  follow'rs  fe?? 

Ana  i'et  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee., 
And  Jive  forever  blcfl. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all   that  dwell  on  high 

To  Go!  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feasaffiij  the  Iky; 

And  join  to  advance  his  praife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  ftiall  bleTs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory  purchased  hy  his  blood 
For  thine  own  lir'V!  waits. 
PSALM     6c,.       Firft  Part.      Long  Mftrfe 
*       ChrifVs  Painon  and  Sinneis  Salvation 

3  jTXEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record, 

i /   The  deeper  forrows  of  cur  Lord. 

Behold  the  riling  billows  Voll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

«  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
'■■   While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  deaths 

A\id  all  the  fons  of  malice  join  / 

To  execute  their  curft  cfef  gn. 

5  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow*r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blerling  prove  ; 
T.'iofe  dreadful  fufPrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton*d  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
"   The  honours  of  thy  law  rellor'd  : 

His  forrows  made  thy  jufttce  know::,, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 


(  fy  ) 

£  Oh  Icr  his  falce  our  guilt  forgive,  « 

And  Jet  the  mourning  (inner  live  : 
The  Lord  vviil  hear  us  in  his  name,    * 
Nor  fliall  our  ho;  e  be  turnfd.to  iname. 

PSALM  ^9  Ver.  7.  jcc.  Second  Part  Lcrg  Metre, 

;-  Chriil's  Su.ermgs  and  Zeal. 

S    'npWA?  for  our  lake  eternal  God, 
JL       Thy  Son  fuilain'J  that  heavy  load 
Ofbafe  reproach   and  fere  difgrace, 
'While  fname  defil'd  his  facredface. 

2  The  Jews  his  brethren  and   his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that   check 'd  their  nn  : 
While  hefujfil'd  thy'holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

g  a  r\  y  Fathers  houfe',"  faid  he,  ei  was  made 
<{     .  piace  for  wo'rfhijf,  not  for  trade  ;" 
T..en  fcalt'ring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourgM  the  merchants  from  the  place. 3 

4  [Z^pd  for  the  iff  m]  le  of  his  God 

ConiamV.  his  life,  ex^os'd  hrs  blood  : 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

t    [His  friends  forfook,  his  follow'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms^furronn  1  his  head  5 
They  curfe  him  whi}  a  flarid'rous  tongue, 
And  tfee  falfe  j'-i  ]ge  maintains   the  wrong.] 

5  His  hie    they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge   his  lij  s  with 'blasphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  5 
§There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  $£« 


<     .'58    ) 

'/   But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  t!ie  men  that  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  ;  our  the  vengeance  on  their  head. 

PSALM      70.         Common   Metre. 
Protection  againil  peifonal  Enemies. 
?   JN  hafie,   O  God,  attend  my  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  (peed  prevent  my  fall, 
And  (lill  my  hope  Curtain. 

■I  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 
And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  lading  fhame, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 
And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4.  Othou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 
Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  flatten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM  71.  Ver.  5,9.  FirftPart.    Com,  Metr$ 

The  a^ed  Saint's  Reflection  and  Hope. 
S    Tt  /jf  Y  God,  my  everlailing  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up* 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

g   My  f??m  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  5 


(  m\ ) 

An:l  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

5  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feee 
Repeated  ev'ry  year  j 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Call:  me  not  off  when  ftrength.  decline:: V 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  (nine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

$  Then  in  the  hiu'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  tvhy  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM  71*.  Ver.  14,  15,  16,  £3,  24,  25.  Second' 
Part.  Goniflnon  Metre. 
Chrift  our  Strength  artd  Righteoufnefs. 
I    TV  jl  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
l\  JL      When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
W!;ere  will  the  growing  numbers  end/ 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

£  Thou  art  my  everlafting  tmft, 
Thygoodnefs  I  adore  ; 
And  6nee  I  knew  thy  graces  fiifr' 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  fnall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  cefeftiaJ  road, 
And  march   with  courage  in  thy  iliength 
To  fee  my  Father  God, 


$  When  I  a*m  Uii'd  with  Tore  difii 
For  fome  mrprifing  Gn, 

I'll  plead  thy  pei  feci  righteoufnefr- 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  ji;;s  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul  redeem \J  from  lm  and  hell, 
Shall  thyfaivation  fing. 

£   [My  tongue  fhall  ail  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  (harae. 
Aud  fav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

*  Awake,  awake,  rriy  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 
With  this  d&rghtful  long 
1*1]  entertain  the  darkeft  houJ   , 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long,  j  .  , 

PsALM   71.    Ver.'.IJ^ti,  Third   Part.  C.  \T. 
The  aget]  C'hrillian's    prayer    and  Song  ;  or,  Old 
Age,  Death  and  the  Refurreclion.     . 
I  /^OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
\J     The^guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar  d  thy  heavmly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

6  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fiiall  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

g  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rifing  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  (lull  quit  the  fiage, 


(  I*  ) 

4  The  land  of  GLmce  and  of  death 
Atfendslay  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  I 

Pause. 
5"  Thy  vighteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high3 
Unftarciiable  thy  dee.s  ; 
Thy  glory  (oreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar. 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  hath  prtft  me  forea 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

*]  By  long  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fovVeign  pow?r  to  idve  ; 
A  t  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave, 

8  When  I  \k  bury'd  deep  in  duft, 
My  flefh  (hall  bethy  care  ; 
Thefe  witherM  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 
To  raife  them  itrong  and  fair, 

PSALM      72.       Firft  Part.       Lorn 
The  Kingdom  ofChrif. 

j    f^  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
V_Jf     The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obeyA 
Now  giv.e  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
JU1  heav'q  fijbrojts  to  his  commands  5 

R 


o 


(     >6*     ) 

His  jufiice  (kill  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  an:!  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  tfi3  opprtflbr  in  t'ne  uufl  ; 
His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fliail  lad, 
Till  hours  and  yeais,  and  time  be  pafi. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  h':s  mflueoe*  down : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  dift'fls, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirlly  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  ftiades  of  overfpreading  death^ 
Revive  at  his  firfl  dawning  light,. 
And  deferts  blofibm  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fliail  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefl  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  : 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM     72.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Chrift's  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

I     JESUS   fliail  reign  where'ei  the  Tun 
J      Does  his  fuccelTive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ilretch  from  (Lore  to  fhore, 
Till  moons  flhall  wrax  and  wane  no  more. 

Q    [RchoM  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
'    There  Europe  her  bell  tribute  brings  ; 

From  north  tp  fouth  the  princes  meet 

To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 


(     [6$     1 

3  There  PcrHa,  glorious  to  behold. 
And  In  iia  (bines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  Weftern  empires  own  fheir  Lord 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  For  him  fhali  eadlefs  prayer  be  made, 
t   And  endlcfs  pra'tfes  crown  his  hea  i  $ 

.    His  name  likefweet  perfume  fjiall  rfle 
With  ev?ry  morning  ftcriLee. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ey?ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeltefl  forig  5 
And  infant-voices  fnall  proclaim 
Thar  early  bleihngs  on  his  na.ue. 

5  Bleflings  abound  whereTerhe  rejghs 
The  joyful  prisoner  burfts  his  chains  2 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  a!l  the  ions  of  want  are  bleft. 

)    [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  powerj 
Death  an.i  the  curie  are  known  no  more  3 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
f-  ore  bltiiings  th.an  their  father  loll. 

Let  ev^vy  creature  rife  and  bring, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
Ana  earth  repeats  the  load  afnen.J 

S   A  L  M     73.     Firfl  gart,    Common  M;^ 
Afflicted  Saints  Happy,  and  profperous  Sinners 
curfed. 

NOW  I'm  convincM  the  Lord  is  kind 
To  mea  pfheart  (ktferei 


(    '64    ) 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  boiver'u  on  defpair. 

£  I  grievVi  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpcke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleafautand  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  weil  fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  toileep  ; 
"  Againftthe  heav'ns  their  (landers  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
"  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain. 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulgM  complaint*) 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
w  Sure  I  (hail  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
f  And  grieve  the  men  I  love. 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict,  too  fevere  ; 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fee  rets  there. 

<7  There,  as  in  (bme  prophetic  glafs, 
I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flippVy  place 
Behde  a  fiery  pit. 

#  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boafr, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  wtre  lof^ 
And  he  awakes  in  hell, 


(    Wj    ) 

^  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  thor.ghtiefs  beail ! 
Thus  to  fufpecl  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleit. 

to  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  blelTed  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM     73.  Ver.   23—28.  Second  Part.  Com; 
Metre. 
God  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 
i   f^OT>}  myfupporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

%  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  ("hall  guide  my  feet 
Thro'  life's  bewilder'd  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat} 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  benojoytome  ;  • 

And  v/hilfl  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke;, 

And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 
Go,l(ismy  foul's eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  evVy  faint. 

5  P.ehold  the  fnners  that  remove 
JV  from  thy  pretence  die  ; 


(    '66    ) 

Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  hear  to  thee,  my  God 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
JMy  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM  73.    Ver.  22,  3, 6,  1 7—2®.  Long  Metre, 

The  Profperiiy  oi  Sinners  curfed. 
x    I    ORD.  wnai  a  tboug^tlefs  wretch  was  I, 

**— '     1     :aourn,  and  murmur,  and  refine 

To  fee  me  wicke  i  ( lacM  on  high, 

In  [ride  and  robes  of  honour  mine. 

2  ait,  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fancljary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  llippYv  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  entilefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  fait  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain, 
Their  fongs  01  foiteil  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  cear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ? 
Lord,  ;tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion^  and  my  God. 


(     i67    ) 

PSAL  M      73.     Short  Metre, 
The  Myftery  of  Providence  unfokled. 

CURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Tho'  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

I  favv  the  wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eye3, 

In  robes  of  honour  fame. 

[Pamper Jd  with  wanton  eafe, 
Their  flefh  looks  full  an  i  fair, 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  dare. 

Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  opprelTion  reigns? 

And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlaft ing  God  : 
The:r  malice  blafls  the  good  man's  name* 

And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

But  I  with  flowing  tears 

In -ulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 
«  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 

"  The  things  below  the  Ikies  ?"J 

The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
T;ll  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 


(    »ss    ) 

$  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 
Did  my  miftake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  tinners  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end.' 

'g  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ; 
And  Oh  !  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
That  waits  then-  fail  below  ! 
^p  Lo'.-J}  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 

1  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

PS  AL  TvT     x/4.       Common  Metre, 
if  he  Church  pleading  with  God  under  fore   Perfe- 
ction. 
3    "OJl^L.    God  forever  c:'(t  us  ofF ! 
^  *'        His  wrath  forever  frnoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chbfen  fh  >ck  ? 

#  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blooJ  ; 
"'Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 

Vyhere  once  thy  glory  ftooc), 

-g  Lift  up  ihy  feet,  and  march  :;<  hafte. 
Aloud  on}  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wild  and  fearful  v. 
Is  made  within  thj  w.dls. 

A  Where  onfes  thy  churches  proy'dand  fafla 
Thy  foes  piofanely  rag?  J 


Amrd  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang-A 
And  there  their  hoils  engage, 

How  are  the  {gats  of  worfhip  broke  ?- 
They  tear  the  buildings  down, 

And  he  thst  deals  the  heavieft  ftroke* 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

With  flames  they  threaten  to  ceitroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft  ; 
Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry3 

The  temple  and  the  prieft. 

And  ft  ill,  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  f 
Thy  woniediigns  of  pow'r  and  graceA 

Thy  pow'i  and  grace  are  gone. 

$  No  prophet  fieaks  to  calm  our  grief. 
But  all  in  fdence  mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

Paus  e. 

9  How  leng,  eternal  God,  how  long,, 

Shall   T^n  of  pride  blafpheme? 
Shall  .aims  be  made  their  endlefs  fonga 
Ana  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 

T^ire  hoi/  r<;me  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jealcufy  forbear, 
Aqu  ftill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

}  i   "What  ft  range  deliv'rance  haft  thouffrow^ 
In  ages  lor.g  before  ? 

K4 


(  1  70  ) 

And  now  no  other  God  we  owna 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didfl  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way,, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  t!ie  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  clay  ? 
Didir  thou   not  bid  the  morning  (Line, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  formM  ev'ry  coail, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bound*, 
With  Cummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 

In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  mall  the  Cons  of  earth  and  dull 

That  iacred  pow'r  blafpheme? 

Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  firfi 


Avenge  thine  inj.ur\i  ua 


me 


16  Think  on  the  cov'nar.t  thou  haft  made, 

.And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  ci 

17  Oar  foes  would  triumph  in   our  blood> 

And  make  our  hope  their  jell  ; 
jPJead  thine  own  c:u:fe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rcll. 

P  S  A  L  M     75.        Long  ?vTetre. 
Piad'c  to  God  for  the  return  of  Peace. 
I   HTO  thee,  moll  hfjgn  and  holy  Go  ', 

Tq  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife; 


(     '7*     ) 
xhy  worts  declare  thy  name  abroad,  fc 

Thy  v/ond'rous  works  demand  our  praife,' 

ft  To  flav'ry  doom'd  thy  chofen  fons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 
And  fore  oppreft   by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  Sov'reign  of  the  fides. 

Twr.s  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow?r 
Arcfe  thy  veng'ance  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcoferge  their  legions  from  the  more, 
And  fave  the  remmant  of  thy  race, 

4.  Thy  hand  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main, 
And  reard  the  mountain's  awful  heady 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reilrain, 
Aad  defert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

$  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffmgs  blow  1' 
'TIs  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
?T;s  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  (ink  their  price,' 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  ; 
Bui  Jajr  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

PSALM  76.  Common  Metre. 
PTraeJ  (aved,  and  the  AiFyrians  deftroyed  ;  or  God's 
Vengeance  againft  his  Enemies  proceeds  from  I1I5' 
Church. 
j    |  N  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  5 
~      His  name  in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Sion  was  his  feat. 


f   17*  J 

1  Anong  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
IJ is  dwelling  there  hechofe  ; 
There  he  received  their  juft  complaint^ 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

5  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  wordy 
And  broke  the  threal'ning  fpear  ; 
The  bow  the  arrows  and  the  fword, 
And  crufh'd  th'  AfTyrfan  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more    then  they. 

5  'Twas  Sion's    king  that  flop'd    the  breath 

Of  captives  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might   flcep  fad  in  death, 
That  quells  their  wai  like  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariots  fell  ; 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  fland  before  thy  fight 

When  once  tiiy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n   fhines  round  with    dreadful  light, 

The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  fov'ieign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'   oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  fhall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reflrain  the  reft. , 

a  [Vovvs  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  jjring, 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  $  * 


(     *73     ) 
Hh  terrors  make  the  proudeft  king* 
And  finite  his  armies  down. 

*o  The  thunder  ef  his  (harp  rebulce 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  Hill. 

PSALM     77.      Firft  Part.     Common  Metre 

Melancholy  affaulting,  and  Hope  prevailing, 
1   *HOO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
JL        I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  rofe, 
An-d  fill'J  my  heart  with  fear. 

3  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights. 
My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juflt  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increased  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complained  and  (till  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  me  reft, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  farrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  f,e,jk  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  with-.! rew, 
And  call'd  my  judgments  o'er, 

$  I  call  d  back  years  and  ancient  time's 
When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withholu  thy  grace, 


(    '74    ) 
4  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  z 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  forever  caft  me  off? 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  fli-1  prevail  ?. 

i  But  I  foibid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  Wrought* 
Thy  hand  is  Hill  the  fame. 

p  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  flcm  could  hope  no  more. 

20  Grace  dwelt  with juftice  on  the  throne  jr 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  77.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providence ;  or,  If- 
rael  delivered  from   Egypt,  and  bro  t  to  Canaan. 
j  «  T  |  OW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  \ 
jHj,    "  (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  J 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

%  111  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'fl  above/ 


(  m  ) 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  iold^ 
And'Iearn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  He  Caw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft, 
Long  he  delay  M  to  hear  their  cry^. 
Nor  gave  his  people  reit. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  J.icob  feem?d 

Abandoned  to  their  fees  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

j  From  flavifh  chains  lie  fets  them  free> 
They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  thro?  the  fea, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls, 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  Goo, 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood*. 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

*l  Strange  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  fea, 
Thy  footfleps.  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

§  [Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  (hone  around, 
And  earth  With  thunder  (hook. 

£  Thine  arrows  thro' the  fky  were  hurl'cTj, 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprize  alvj  trembling  feiz'd  the  workl* 
And  all  his  faints  adci'd. 


1 

(     «.7«    ) 
<o  He  gave  th?m  water  from  the  rock  y 
And  fafe  by  Motes' 'hand, 
Thro'  a  dry  ciefei  t  led  his  flock 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land.] 

P  S  A  L  M    78.     Firft  Part.     Common  Met*?.. 
Providence  of  God  recorded  ;  or,  Pious  Education 

arid   Libuclion  of  Children. 
1  ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deedt 

A-i     "Which  God  perfoirn'd  of  old  j_ 
Which  in  our  younger  years,  we  few, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2,   He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  ;. 
li  is  works  of  power  a.:'  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his.  wonders  down, 
Thro'  ev'ry  riling  race. 

5  Our  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  fons,. 
An  :  'hey  again  to  theirs, 
That  c     '.    ations  yet  u,n)t>o  n 
May  :each  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  (hall  thjp]  I<  1  n,  in  God  alcne 
Their  ho]  v  [lands, 

That  they  may  ne'er1  iorget  his  works,. 

Bot '  racl  ■•<-  his  commai 

P 5  A  I ,  M     "0i.      S/?c pn d  Par t.      C om m or»  Me t re,. 
plfrael's  Rebellion  and  Punishment :  or,  the  Sins  an4 
Chaftifemer.ts  (/God's  People. 
NH  V  rebellious  houj* 

Was  Jac  '      .  1 .:'  nt  r.ic^  ! 
1'alu'  10  their  cM     moil  folemn  voW8A 
/\n.J  rw  their  Maker's grac^. 


(  i?7  .) 
Thev  broke,  the  cov'nantof  his  love* 

And  did  bis  laws  defuife. 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove. 

His  |  ciwV  btfore  their  eyes. 

They  Taw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

Fi  o'v.  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 

Spread  oVr  the  flubborn  JauJ. 

}  They  fa vs  him  cleave  the  mighty  fe?^ 
And _  march'd  with  fafe'ty  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way^ 
'  Till  they  had  *fcap  \]  the  foe. 

A  wocd'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Composed  of  (hade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ripg  cloy^ 

A  leading  fire  by  night. 

%  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'd  i 
The  gufliing  waters  flowed, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide^ 
Along  the  defert  road. 

Yet  they  provoke  the  Lord  rnofl  high* 
And  dar'd   diftruft  his  hand; 

iC  Can  he  with  bread  our   hon"  iupply 
"  A.Tii,  it  this  barren  land  ? 

The  Lord  with  indignation  hear<L 
And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  : 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepaid 

To  vindicate  his  name. 


(  *1*  ) 

PSALM  78.  Third  Part.  Common  Metre. 
T.'ie  puntfhment  of  Luxury  and  Intemperance  ;  ot 

Chaltiferaent  an  J  Salvation. 
I    \\  , HEN  Ifa'l  Ghft'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
VV       AaafillM  their  hearts  with  dread 
Yet  he  forgave  the  man  he  Icv'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'n  ly  bread. 

%  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand  , 
And  rnaJe  his   treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  mid -night  clouds  command 
To  pour  proviiion  down. 

3  The  manna  like  a  morning  fhow'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet  ; 
The  food  of  oeov'n,  fo  light,  fo   puren 
As  tho7  'twere  a;  gels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murmVing  language  faid, 

c*  is  manna  all  our  feaft  ? 
«  We  loath  this  light,   this  airy  bread  j 
<f  Wemufthave  fit  Hi  to  tafte.w 

£  «  Ye  mall  have  flefh  to  pleate  your  l,P ," 
The  Lord  in  wrath  <.  dy?d, 
And  fern  them  quails  like  land  or  dull, 
HeapM  up  on  evVy  lide. 
6   H~  ?ave  them  all  their  ow  1  defire  ; 
And   greeoy  as   r 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire  ; 
And  {.note  fyhe  rebels    dead. 

*j  W'.en  fome   went  (lain  the  reft  returned 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 
lender  the  ro  I  they  fear'd  an  J  mourn'da 
But  foon  forgot  their  fear*. 


(     H9     ) 

I  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  dill  forgave, 

Till  b)  his  gracious  hand 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave, 

PofTefs'd  the  promis'd  land* 

PSALM  78.  Ver.  34,  &c.  Fourth  Part.  L.  Metre* 
Backfliding  ana  Forg:venefs  ;  or.  Sic  v-unifhed  and 
Saints  faved. 

C^*  REAT  God,  how  oft  drd  lfra'I  prove 
J"   By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  fa        .  ?y  be, 

How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  Goa  had  wrought  ; 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his   pow?r,  nor  trull  his  grce. 

5  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  thro5  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain^ 
They  mourn'd   and  fought  the  Lord  again  § 
Call'u  him  the  rock  of  their  aboJe, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God* 

$  Their  pray'rs  and  vow^s  before  him  rife 
Asflatt'ring  words  of  fclemn  lies, 
While  thefr  rebellious  tempers  prove 
"Falfe  to  his  covenant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
Tke  men  who  ne'er  deierv'd  to  live  5 


His  .anger  oft  eiw'ay  !;e  ruin'  ', 
OreJfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7   He  faw  their  lief}?  was  weak  and  frailjj 
He  faw  tem]ptfttf6ns  itill  prevail  ; 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  lov'd  them  ftijlj 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

PSALM     79.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  Diftrefs  of  War. 
1   T3EHQLD,  O  Goi,  what  cruel  foesi 
§3     Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  ; 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  ckm'c!, 
In  dufi  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 

1   Wide  o'er  the  vallie3,  drench'd  in  bloody 
Thy  people  falPa  in  death  remain  ; 
The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  devour, 
And  favage  beafis  divide  the  (lain. 

3  Th'  infulting  foes,  with  impious  rage 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  ; 

u  Where  is  your  God  of  bodfted  powV, 
"  And  where  the  ptomife  of  his  grace." 

4  Deeplrom  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  heap  the  mournful  captives  figh, 
And  let  thy  fov'reiga  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die, 

r  Let  thofe,  wlio  dar'd  infult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  eridlefs  ihame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
,  JftroH  from  tiiy  veng'suce  learu  thy  a'anrc 


(     i8i     ) 

&  So  (Kail  thy  children,  freed  from  deatfi; 
Eternal  fongs  of  honour  raife, 
And  every  future  age  {hall  tell, 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  pardoning  grace* 

PSALM     8p.     Long  Metre. 

The  Church's  Prayer  .under  Affliction  ;    or,  Thi. 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted. 

i    ^REATfhepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

VJT      Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwells 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  the  defert  and  the  deep  : 

£  Thy  church  is  in  the  defert,   Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'J  and  figh  no  more. 

5  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hods  obey^ 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray  £ 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  (hall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Infteadof  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed! 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  fhall  be  fav?d  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     i. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heay'aly  dews  enrich  the  ground  2 

h 


(     I8»     ) 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  moot* 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafle  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,   thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     2. 

9  Lord,  wlten  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ; 
AttackM  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

Till  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 
jo  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
From  David's ftock,  from  Jacobs  root  $.■ 
Himfelf  a  nobler  Vine,  and  we 
The  lefTer  branches  of  the  tree  : 

1 1   'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  mail  ftand 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  y 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bled 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

j i  Oh  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches  left  they  die  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  (hatf  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  mora? 


(     1*S    ) 

PSALM  8 1.     Ver.  i,   8—16.     Short  Metr*, 

The  Warning  of  God  to  his  People ;  or,  Spiritual 
Bleffings  and  Puniffcments. 

1    ClNG  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  5 
Let  Ifra'l  hear  his  voice. 

%  M  From  idols  falfe  and  vain, 
"  Preferve  my  rites  divine  ; 
tl  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  ehaia 
«  Offlav'ryandoffin. 

3  <(  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
<c  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"Iflra'l  will  rebel; 

4  «  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
<e  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  read* 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet  Oh  !  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  \ 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

$  «  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

I"  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
"  Aud  they  mall  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock." 
L  * 


(    1*4    ) 
T>  S  A  L  M  82-.         Long  Metre. 
God  the  fupreme  Governor;  or,  Magiftrates  warned, 
<*      A  MONG   th'aiTemblies  of  the  great 
jTjl      A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
The  God  of  heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth  and  all  their  ways, 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreffive  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  tl»'  unrighteous  caufe  • 
"When  will  ye  once  defenJ  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

<f  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  2 
JDark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 
For  they  mall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

'4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Sot* 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     83.  Short  Metre. 

A  Complaint  againft  Perfecutafsj. 
ij-     AND   wijl  the  God  of  grace 
-"•     Perpetual  iilence  keep  ? 
The  God  of juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  deep  ! 

%  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 


(  "%  ) 

g  Againft  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counftls  they  employ, 
And  realise .with  her  watchful  eys 
Purfuf  4  them  to  deflroy. 

4  <f  Come   let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground,, 
61  Till  not  the  peine  of  faints  remain^ 
"  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found.'* 

jr,  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to   mind  ; 
Give  them  like  forefls  to  the  fire. 
Or  finable  to  the  wind, 
6,  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  3 
Or  elfe  their  flubborn  rage  confound^ 
That  they  may  die  in  mame. 

n  Then  fi\all  the  nations  know 
Thy  glorious  dreadful  word* 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  fov't-eign  Lord. 
PSALM    .84.     FirftPaie.     Long  Metre, 

The  Pleafure  of  Public  WorJltip. 
I   T  TOW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
li     O  Lord  of  holts,  thy  dwelling  are  J 
With  long  denr.e  my  fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  th?  aiTemblies  of  thy  feints. 

&  My  flem  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  (hould  I  b# 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  a,od  thee. 

I*    2 


(     .86    ) 

g  The  f par  row'  ch^ofes  where  to  reft, 
AnJ  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  5 
But  will  my  Go  i  to  f,  arrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want? 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  Iky  ; 
Thy  brightest  gloiies  fhine  above, 
AnJ  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  fin  J  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
AnJ  feek  thy  face  an  J  learn  thy  praife* 

6  Blefl  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  S ion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  thro'  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  flrcngth^ 
Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ^ 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  wortl.ip  there. 

PSALM     84.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre 
God  and  his  Church  ;  or,  Grace  and  Glory 

{    /   >  REAT  God   attend  while  Sion  lings 
VJ     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  firings  ^ 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

%  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanefc  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe  nor  thrones  of  power 
.quid  teropi  my  feet  to  leave  thy  doc 


V  .    *°7      ) 
g  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  % 
God  is  our  fhield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  al,I  th'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  i 
He  gives  us  ail  things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

f  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Bleft  is  the  man  that  trails  in  thee. 

PSALM     84.     Ver.  i,  %,  3,  j®. 

Paraphras'd  m Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  Ordinances    of    Wormip  ;  or,  God 
prefent  in  his  Churches. 
t    T\  /T  Y  Soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
jVL      To  which  thy  God  retorts  | 
^Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

a  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  fkies 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

g  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'n  Jy  Dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rouslove^ 
^knd  iheds  abroad  his  grace. 

l4 


(      I8S      ) 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  electa*  i 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will : 
And  dill  we  ftek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fiDg  thy  praifes  dill. 

Pause. 

j  My  heart  and  ficfli  cry  out  for  thee, 
YVhiift  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  thefparrows  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
EmployM  in  carnal  joys. 

2  Lord  at  thy  thremold  I  would  wait, 
While  jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  (late 
Among  the  tents  of  fin. 

£  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM     84.     As  the  148th  P&U& 
Longing  for  the  Houfe  of  God, 
l    T    OPvD  of  the  worlds  above, 
J  -A     How  ple&fant  and  how  fair 


(     j  8?    } 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  3 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires 

With  warm  defires 

To  fee  my  God. 

%  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  her  rieft, 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  j 

JMy  fpirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray. 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conflant  fervice  there  I 

They  praife  thee  (till  5 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  flrength  to  ftrengthj 
Through  this  dark  veil  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
*Till  each  in  heav?n  appears  i 

O  glorious  feat 
When  God  our  King 
$hall  thither  bring 
Qur  willing  feet I 


5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  i 

Where  God  reforts, 

1  lcve  it  more 

To  keep  the  door 

Than  fhine  in  courts. 

£  God  is  our  fun  and  ftiield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd  5 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  : 

He  fhall  beflow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 

y  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
His  hand  no  good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves^ 
^rom  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hofls, 

Whofe  fpirit  trufls 

Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM  85.    Ver.  1,8.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 

.Waiting  for  an  Anfwer  to  Prayer ;  or,  Deliverance 
begun  a^d  completed. 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  cali'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 

J J    Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifra'l  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home- 


(    I9»    ) 

i  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  ? 
Now  let  our  hearts  beturn'd  to  thee> 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

5  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
r*nd  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
JVlake  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word* 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  W?  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  f^eak,  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
Bat  let  them-  run  no  more  aUray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PS  ALM  85.  Ver.  9,  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  Metrc- 

Salvation  by  Chrifr. 
I    O  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 

»3     The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  ; 

.And  grace  defcending  from  on  high,, 

Frein  hopes  of  glory  /hall  afford.- 

3,  Mercy  and  truth  on  eanb  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from   heav'n> 
By  his,  obedience  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  hononr  (ball  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  grounl 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before^ 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  (ball  dray  no  more* 
Hut  matk  his  Seps  and  keep  the  road* 


(     «a»    .) 

5?  S  A  L  M  86.  Ver.    S~ij.   C^mmcn   Metre 

A  General  Song  of  Praifc  io  God. 
|      A  MONG  the  princes,  earthly  go 
"-      There's  none  hath   pow'r  uivme, 
Nor   is  their  nature,  m'ghty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  vx;h  hkt  tki.e, 

%  The  nations  thou. haft  made  fliall  bring 
Their  oif 'rings   round  thy  throne      • 
For  thou  alone  doll  wond'rous  thing?, 
For  thou  art  God  alone, 

§  Lord   I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 
Teach  me  thy  hcav'niy  wavs, 
And  ali  my  wand'ring  thoughts  units 
in  Gcd  my  Father's  j  scife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tor- 

SiiaJi  thofefwe.et  wonders  tell, 
Flow  by  thy  grace  my  unking  foul 
Rofe  frpm  the.deeps  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M    87.  Long  Metre. 

The  Church  the    Birth   Place  of  the    Saints  ;  or, 

Jews  and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chriftian  Church. 

5  f  ^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praife  \ 
I1    likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftilf  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 
$   His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  5. 
But   makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
Where  churches  aic  die  and  pray* 


(     *93     ) 

3  What  glories  were  defcribM  of  old  J 
What   wonders  are  in  Sion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know, 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  : 
Ange!s  and  men  (hall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  W.hen  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  and  nourifh'd  there. 

P  S  A  L  M  88.  As  the  113th  Pfatei, 

Lofs  of  Friends,  and  Abfence  of  Divine  Grace. 

5    /^\  GOD  of  my  falvation,  here 

v_>^      My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  pray'r, 

That  ftill  employ  my  wafting  breaih  , 
My  foul  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  Pow'r  to  fave 

From  dark  defpair  and  lafting  death. 

%  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  waves  of  forrows  o'er  me  roll, 

While  dun"  and  f.jence  fpreai  the  gloom  ; 
My  friends,  belovd  in  happier  days* 
*Fhe  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defoend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

I  As,  loll  in  lonely  grief,  I  tread 
rl|ie  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead^ 


(    "94    ) 

Gr  to  fonae  throng M  affembly  go  ; 
Thro'  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 

The  change   renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call ! 
Or  who  mall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wake,  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  Jiarp  with  heav'nly  choirs  f 

5  Yet  thro'  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  pray'd   to  thee,  and  ftili  will  pray, 
Imploring  (till  thy  kind  return — — 

But  oh  !   my  friends,  my  comfort's  fled, 

And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wancPring  thoughts  to  mourn. 

P  S  A  L  M  89.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre- 
The  Covenant  made  with  Chirft  ;  or, the  true  David* 
l    T^ORLVER  (hall  my  fong  record 

JL        The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  5 

Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand 

Like  .heav?m  eflablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

1  Thus  to  his  fon  he  fware  andfaid 
"  With  thee  my  cov  nant  firft  is  made  1 
"  In  thee  mall  dying  finners  live  ; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  <1$Bethou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft  j 
"  Thy  children  (hall  be  ever  bleft  : 
<e  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  throne 
if  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 


(   w  ) 

*'  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
e(  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
"  Celeflial  pow'rs  thy  fubjecls  are, 
u  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

"  David,  my  fenrant,  whom  I  chofe, 
'*  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes  ; 
"  And  raisM  him  to  the  Jewiili  throne, 
w  Was  but  a  fbadow  of  my  Son. 

Now    let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing  ; 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  (now, 
And   Saints  declare  his  works  below. 

S  A  L  M    89.  Firft    Part.    Common    Met! 
The  Faithfulriefs  of  God. 

MY   never-ceafing  fong  fhall  (how 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  £rm  as  heavm  endure  ; 
And  ifhefpeaka  promife  once, 

Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 

How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis-d  Jewifh  throne  ! 
Bui  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'cl 

To  Daviii's  greater  Son. 

His  feed   for  ever  fhall  poffefs 

A  throne  above  the  ikies  ; 
The  measeft  iubjed  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  gjc-y  life. 


(     '55     ) 

5  Lord  God  of  hods,  thy  wond'rous  Ways 
Are   fung  by  faints  above  : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 
PSALM  89.    Ver.  7,  &c.  Sec.   Part.  Com.  xVfetrc 
Power  and  Majefty  of  Go  J  :or,Reverential  Worfhip. 
1    t  ~K  /1TH  rev'rence   let  the  faints  appear, 
V  V       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  rev'ience  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

%  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 
Where  is  tiie  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  call  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boiil'rous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  ileeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  feaare  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 
They  faw  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  fliine 
When  Egypt  durit  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wonMrous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Whin  truth  an-,  mercy  join'd  m  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


(     '97     ) 
PSALM  89.     Ver.  15,  &<M  Third  Part.    CM. 

A   BMfcd  Gofpel. 
I   |3  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
JD     The  gofpel 's  joyful  found  ! 
Peace  fhall  attend  the   path  they  go 
And  light  their  fieps  furround. 

%  Their  joy  fhal]  be*r  their  fpirits  up 
Thro*  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope 
And  fills  their  foes  with  (Lame. 

g  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence,, 
Strength  and  (alvation  gives  \ 
Ifra'l,  thy  king,  forever  reigns^ 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives, 

PSALM  89.  Ver.  19,  Z<c.  Fourth  Part.  Com.  M, 
Chriil's  meditorial  Kingdom;  or,  His   divine  and 

humaa   Nature. 
I    TJEAR  what  the  Lord  in  viSon  faid? 
XT.      And  made  his  mercies  known  : 
(c  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
U  On  my  almighty  Son." 

%  Behold  the  man  my  wifiom  chofe 

Among  your  mortal  race  : 

His  head  my  holy  oil  overflows, 

With  full  fupplies  ofgrace. 

3  High  (nail  he  reign  on  David's  throne* 
My  people's  better  King; 
My  arm  fhall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  Hill  new  fubjecls  bring;* 


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4  My  truth  (hall  guard  him  in  his  way 

With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
While  in  thy^ame  o'er  earth  and  £ea 
He  (hall  i/i  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  (hall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'llfupporf  my  Son. 

£>  My  firft-born  Spnarray'd  in  grace, 
At  my  right  hand  (hall  fit, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place., 
And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

*j  My  cov'nanl  Hands  forever  fad, 
My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fLall  lafl, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

1PSALM  89.  Ver,  30,  8cc.  Fifth  Part.  Com.  MetrQ. 
The  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  ;    or,   AiHic— 

tion  without  Rejection. 
i   T/ET  (faith  the  Lord)  ir  David's  race, 
JL       The  children  ofmy  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

£  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  Godj, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depaYt. 

§  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  J  * 


(  IS*  ) 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke^ 
Eternal   truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  mare) 

And  pledg'd  my  ho!inefs> 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  mall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  n/gh$ 

His  kingdom  mall  ending 
Till  thefixM  laws  of  made  and  light 
Shall  be  obferyM  no  more. 

PSALM  8p.  Ver.  5,  47,  Sec*  Sixth  Part.  L.  M. 
Mortality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Ffaln. 
1  T\  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  fhte, 
JLV  How  frail  our  life,  hos?  fliort  cur  date  I 
"Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death . 

£  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mud  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ? 
'*  Or  had  thou  made  mankind  b  vain  % 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  ju.fl  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turnM  xo  duft  \ 
But  faith  forbid  thofe  mournful  figjtft^ 
And  fte  the  fleecing  <U\ft  %tWs* 


(      200      ) 
4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  da^f 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM89.   Verfe47,&c.    Lafl  Part. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Life,  Death,  and  the  Refurreclion. 

I   T^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

-*•    How  few  his  hours,  how  (hort  his  fpan  \ 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death 
With  ftill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

I  Lord,  (hall  it  be  forever  faid, 

"The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  Ccknefs,  forrow,  and  the  dud  ?"• 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kirdnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

$  Hall  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  flem  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his    holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurreclion  there. 

£  For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  a^en. 


(   *«*    ) 

JPSAL  M     90.         Long  Metre- 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 
1   ^ HRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  re  If,  our  fafe  abo  !e  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  macTe. 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footflool  laid. 

a   Long  fiad*jft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  begafij 
Orduft  was  fafh'on'd  into   man  ; 
And  Jong  thy  king-lorn  (hall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lor  ',  was  jiiflrjj 
e<  Return,  ye  finners,  to  your r.uft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account  ; 
Like  ye'fterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  latt  watch  of  en  ding  light. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ttream5 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  I 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  ; 
How  fhort  the  time  how  frail  the  (late  I 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather,  figh  and  groan,,  than  lire. 


(    tot     ) 

7  But  Oh  !  how  oft  thy   wrath  appears, 

And  cuts  off  our  ex,  ecled  years  ! 

Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 

We  fear  the  pow'r  that  flrkes  us  ciead.^ 
S  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  5 

And  kinc  ly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 

'Till  a  wile  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM     50.  Ver.  1—5  Fi.fl  Part.  C.  U. 

Man  frail,  and  God  eternal, 
t   /^"\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pail, 
V_>/     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  flormy  blafl, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

a  Beneath  the  (hadow  of  thy  throne> 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  5 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlufting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  ourflefn  to  dufi, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  ;*' 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firfl, 

And  turn'd  to  earth  again. 

£  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 
Are  Jfke  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 


(    a»3    ) 

4  [The  bufy  tribes  of  fleli  and  blood, 

With  ail  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood* 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  flream> 
Bears  all  its  fons  away  ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

5  LikcflowYy  celds  the  nations  ftand 

PleasM  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pafl, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM    90,    Ver.    8,  I!,  i,  10,  ifc.    Second 

Part.  C.    M. 
Infirmities   and   Mortality  the   Effect    of  Sin  ;  or^ 

Life,  Old  Age,  an  J  Preparations  for  Death* 
I    1 "    ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
A— '     And  juftice  grovt  s  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeJs  our  thoughts, 
Aad  barns  beyond  our  fear. 

1  Thine  an^er  turns  our  frame  to  duft  % 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  havelofl 
Their  immortality. 
3  L'fe,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies* 
A»  fable  cr  a  foog  ^ 

M  $ 


C    *<>4-     ) 
Byfwift  d-sgrees  our  nature  dies., 
Nor  ran  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'lis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 
To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
An  .  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

$   [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  (oaJ, 
And  dragthefe  [Xjor  remains  of  life. 
Along  the  tirefome  road.  ] 

6  Almighty  God  reveal  thy  love, 

A  n  I  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  !  Itt  our  fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

*j   Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art. 
T*  im   rove  the  hours  we  have, 
That  wt-  may  acl  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave, 

|>SALM  96.  Ver.   13,  &c.  Third    Tart.  C.  M, 

Bi  eathing  after  Heaven. 
>   T\  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ; 
!\      Earth  isatirefome  place  : 
liow  long  fliall  we  thy  children  mourn. 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

%  ]>t  heav'rt  fucceed  our  painful  years^ 
Let  fin  and  for  row  ceafc, 
Anl  in  proportion  to  our  tears,, 
So  make  our  joys  inpEtaje 


(   **s  > 

$.  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how, 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ;" 

Then  (hall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
An.l  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  fhall  we  (nine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fenfice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 
PSALM  QQ.     Ver.  5,  10,   12.     Short  Metr;* 

The  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  of  Life. 
I    T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
jL-J   ^s  tn's  our  rnortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  ti  ifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  * 

a   Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ey'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day. 
'Tis  muuLVingback  to  dull. 

g  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifjom's  way,* 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  focrser  o'er 

This  life's  ternpeilucus  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  ftiore 
Of  bleft  «.teraity, 

&4 


'fS'ALM  91.  Ver.  1-^7,  Firtf  Part.  Long  Metre, 

fety  in  P  eafesand  D.mger. 

1  |_|  E  thai  \i  Go  1, 

JS   la    Shall  find  a  roaH  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  v/al!i  all  Jay  beneath  hi$  IhaJe, 
An  1  there  at  night  iLill  reft  his  head. 

S  Then  will  I  fay,   «  My  Go::,   thy  row'r 
"  ShaiJ  be  my  fortrefs  ana  my  tow';-  ; 
"  I  that  am  form 'a  of  feeble  cjuft 
"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trufi.'* 

5  Thrice  happy  rnan!  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fofrler's  frtare  ; 
Fro"*?*  Satan's  wites,  who  ftill  betrays 
UnguafjJed  fouls  a  th<  ys. 

4  J. .it  as  a  hen  protects  !er  brbqd, 

From  birds  of  j  rev  that  feek  their  blood, 
Tne  Lord  his  Painful  faints,  (hall  guard* 
An  i  endlefs  life  V  cfieir  reward. 

j  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conf;  ire 
To  ";  Hernial  fire  ; 

Go;;  is  their  life,  hrs  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  (hade* 

6  If  Vapours  witli  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  ana  featier  midnight  death^ 
Ifra'd  is  fafe  :    the  porfon  d  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifra'J  i>  God  be  there. 

P   a   u    s   E. 

^   What  tho'  a  ihouf  md  at  thylide, 
Arja:^  1  y  ^ai.'i.  tea  Ooaaad  dyU  * 


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Thy  Go  J  Us  chofen  people  far*  5 
Amonglt  the  dead,  amidfl  the  graves* 

8  So  when  he  fent  his.  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known-, 
And  flew  their  for.s,  his  careful  eve 
Pail  a',1  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

£>   But  if  the  fire,  or  ;  L«goe3  or  f*TorJp 
Receive  commlfion  from  the  Lord, 
To  flrike  ruVfamrs  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bit  ft. 

lo  The  f word,  the  pelblence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  heft  defire  ; 
From  fins  an  J  torrows  fet  them  free 
And  bring  toy  children.  Lor  J,  to  the 


PSALM  r>r.  Ver.  p,  i6.  Sec.  P^rtv    Com,  n-Vcre. 
Protection  from  Deafclv,   Guar  i  cf  Angels,  Vicfccy, 

and  Deliverance. 
J    X  7E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble   race, 
I        Expos'  !  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the,  kord,  your  u  welling  place;, 
And  try  and  truft  his  care, 

2  No  ill  fb.ill  enter  where  you  <lwell  ; 
,    Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
An  \  fwee^p  the  wicke  i  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raiSe  the  taints  on  high. 

5  Hell  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep. 
Your  feet  in  all-  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
Aod  guard  your  Happy  da}  s.. 

M  4 


<     *o$     ) 
\  Their  hand  fhall  bear  you  left  you  fail 
And  dafh  againfi  the  ilones  ; 
Are  they  not  fcrvants  at  his  call, 
Andfentt*  attend  his  foi>s  ? 

f  Adders  and  lions  ye  (hall  tread  ; 
The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  : 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferment's  he^d 
Puts  him  beneath  your  ieet. 

)  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
61  I'll  lave  them,  faith  the  Lorn  ; 
-  "  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above, 
$"  Deftruclion  and  the  fword. 

j  c:  My  grace  mail  anfwer  when  they  call, 
"  la  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  (hall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

5  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known3 
"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  falvation  mall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  given." 

PSALM    93.     Firfl   Part.     Long  Metrg. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Lord's  Day. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praife  thy  name  give  thanks  andiing^ 
Tofhow  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

I  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  red, 
Wo  mortal  care  {hall  feize  my  breaft, 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune   be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  offolemn  found  I 


(      *0j»      ) 
g  My  heart  fnall  triumph  in  my  Lor^, 
And  blefs  his  works  arcd  blefs  his  wore?, 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  fni'ne  L 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  hew  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  $ 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  2. 
Like  grafs  they  flouiifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blafis  thern  in  everlaiting  death. 

£  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part 

When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  hear?? 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  ihei 
Like,  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head, 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  mere  ^ 
3V1y  inward  foes  /nail  all  be  (Iain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

1  Then  fball  I  fee  an  .1  hear  and  know 
All  I  deiVd,  er  W(ft*fd  below  ;. 
And"  ev  ry  pow  V  fiftJ  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy, 

PSALM   p*.  Ver.  js,  fee.    Sec.  Part.   L.  Mets 

The  Church  is  the 'Garden  of  God. 
g  T     ORD, 'tisa  pleifant  thing  to  ftand 
8    ^   In  gar  Jens  planted   by  thine  haad  j,' 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feett 
Like  a  young  cedar  frelli  and  green. 

%  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  an     love,, 
Ekil  with  thine  influence  from  abevtrj 
Noi  Lebanon  with  all  irs  trees 
Yielus  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  tbdGfe 


C       2  10       ) 

3  The  plants  ofgrace  (hall  ever  live  ; 
(Nfature  drca\s,  but  grace  mult  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth   r11  things  elfe  impair, 
Siili  makes  them  flourim  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  !  a  ;en  with  fruits  of  age  they  fhow, 
The  Lord  is  holy  jufl  and  true  ; 
More  that  attend  his  gates  fiiali  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM.  03.     Firft  Metre.     As  the  100th  pfalia* 

The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 
I    *T  F  K  OVA  B  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
*f  Girde.l   with   majefty   and  might: 
^he  woiJd  created  by  his  hands 
till  on  its  firft  foundation  Hands. 

%  But  ere  this  f;)acious  world  wis   m.ile,  J 

Or   haci,  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  Hood, 
ThyfelF  the  ever  living  God. 

3  Like  floo  Is  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againftthc  ikies  ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  S 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  uie. 

4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  HanJs  for  ever  fure  ; 
/  nil  everlaftin^holinefs 

Becomts  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  roth  Vfa]m. 

\     l  lirL  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reignjs  on  high  ; 

His  lobes  of  {late  are  Hrength  aad  maj.iiy  j 


This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  comnnn^, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'itabli/h'd  by  his  hand, 
Long  ftoo  1  hi*  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
AaJ  his. own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

»  G)  I  is  th' eternal  King  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  $ 
la  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
Ai  i  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  agairdt  the  fk'es  ;. 
Framing  at  heav'n  they  rage  witk  wild  commo- 
tion ; 
Bat  hea/'a's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean* 

3  Ye  tempers  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods  be  ftill ; 
An  J  the  mad  world  fubmiifive  to  his  will  : 
Bailt  on  his   truth  his  church  mull  everfland 
Firm  are  his  prornifes,  and  flror.g  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  apj.  ear  before  him^ 
Bow  at  his  footitool  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.  Third  Metre.  As  the  old  i22dPfalm. 
I     I  HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  roy  al  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  cuown'd  .;, 
Array  M  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  might> 
And  rays  of  in? jefty  around. 

e  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  ftands, 
And  fkies  and  ftarsobey  thy  word  £ 

Thy  throne  was  fixt  on  high 

Ere  flars  adorn'd  the  (ky  : 
!fig£H3l  is  thy  kingdom,  I;crd* 


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£  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 

I/ke   billows  fierce  and*  loud, 
Againfl  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  5 
In  v.dn  with  angry  fpite 
The  furlv  nations  fight, 
And  oafli  like  waves  againft  the  Chore? 

4.  Le<  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powV  engage, 
Let  Iwelling  tides  aiTiult  the  Iky  ; 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  fqr  ever  flanks  on  high, 

$  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fix'ti  thy  church  /hall  ne'er  remove -j. 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appeal*, 
And  Cng  thine  everlafling  love, 

[Repeat  the  fourth  (lanza  to  complete  the  Tune. 

PSALM    94,    Ver.  i,z,  7,  14.   Firil  Part.   C   M. 
Saints   chadded,    and  Sinners  deftroyed  ;  or,    In— 

ftruclivc    Afflictions. 
I    /"""*\   COD  !  to  whom  levenge  belongs, 
\.J      Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Jjetfov'rrign  ]  ow'r  redrefsour  wrongs, 
Lei  juftice  finije  the  proud. 

3  They  fay,  «'  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears ;" 
When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ? 
Can  lie  be  deaf,  who  formM  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  I 


(     "5     ) 

$  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  arevain^ 
And  they  fball  ieel  his  pow*r  : 
His  wrath  (hall  [Jerce  thcic  fouls  with  faia. 
Id  fome  furpriling  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  cleferve  rebuke, 
Thou  hafl  a  gentler  roc!  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  lacred  boo-k 
Shall  make  them  know  tleii  God, 

f  Blefl  is  the  man  thy  hartds  chaflife, 

And  to  his  duty  t.raw  ; 
Thy  fcour^es  make  thy  children,  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  cnft  o.This  faints^ 
Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 

PSALM  94.  Ver.   16,  23.  Second  Part.    C.  R& 

God  our  Support  and    Comfort  ;  or,   Deliveianc^ 

from  Tempt?tion  and  Ferfecution. 

)     \7[/  HO  w'^  ar'le  an^  l^ea^  mY  r'g'ji 
*  V       Againlt  my  num'rcus  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite,. 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

%.  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help.; 
Suflain'd  my  fainting  head, 
Iviy  life  had  now  in  hlence  dwelt, 
My  foul  among!!  the  dead. 

2,  Ala? !    my  Aiding  feet  !   I  cry'd* 
Tf  V  promife  bore  me  up  \ 


(     *«4    ) 

Tliy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
Anci  rais'd  ray  finking  ho^  e. 

4,  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
Within  my  bofom  roil, 
Thy  bound kis  love  forgives  my  faults. 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

j?  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  |  ernicioi.s  laws  : 
But  Go  1  my  refuse  rules  the  ikies, 
lie  will  defeuJ  my  caufe. 

(J  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 
L<Jt  bold  blaf,  hemers  feoff  J 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  ju..ge  the  proud, 
And  cut  thefinners.  oil. 

P  S  A  L  M  9;.         Common  Metre. 

A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 
I   QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
*3      An  1  in  his  itrength  rejoice  s 
When  his  fatvation  is  our  theme, 
Kxaked  be  our  voice. 

%  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
An  1  pfdlms  of  honour  ling  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  bouncilrfs  might, 
Tiuc  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  Goms  on  high,  and  gods  below,*. 
When  once  <jorapai-\l  with  him. 


(     I'S    ) 

I  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep* 
Lies  in  his  i"  acious  hand  ; 
He  5x  d  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep* 
And  where  the  hills  mull  itand. 

£  Come  and  with  humble  louls  adore, 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  '.ow'r 
Be  children  or  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear*     . 
And  waits  for  your  requell  ; 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wrath  and  fwear> 
"  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSAL   M     95.     Short  Metre. 
A  Pfalin   before  Sermon. 
3    /^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V_^     And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 

t  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wrat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own.$ 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  5 
"VVe  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice* 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  cno'ce^ 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


(    M(J5    ) 

£  Bui  if  ydur  cars  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  heaits  grow  hard  like  ilubborn  JewSj 
That  unbelieving  wee  : 

6  The  Lord  inveng'ancedreft 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  iwear, 

M  You  thatdefpife  my  promised  refti 

M  Shall  have  no  portion  t.ere." 

PSALM  95.  Ver.  I,  A,  g,  6—1 1.     Long  Metres 

Canaan  loll  through  Unbelief ;    or,   a   Warning  to 
delaying  Sinners. 

3    /*"~^OME  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
V_^     A  f-tcred  fong  of  fole:nn  p raife  t 
God  is  a  foVreign  King  ;  rehcarfe 
His  honouf  in  exalted  veiTe. 

it  Come,  let  cur  fouls  addref*  the  Lord** 
Who  frara'd  our  natures  with  his  word* 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;    we  the  fheep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day > 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  lfra'1  knew. 

4  Ifra1  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 
Yet  tern;- 1  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

$  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  ! 
«  Forget  my  pevv'r,  abufe  my  love  j 


(  "I  ) 

ft  Since  they  def.jis'd  ray  reft,  I  (Wear.. 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

'6   [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dreadj 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  j 
Attend  the  otferM  grace  to-day> 
Nor  lofe  the  blellings  by  delay. 

>j  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Sion's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe  and  take  the  promisM  reit  j 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bled.] 

PSALM  96.    Ver.  2,  10,  Sec.   Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  firft  and  fecond  Coming. 
i    OIKG  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands; 
v3   Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2.  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuflains, 
And  grace  iurrounds  his  throne. 

2  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  fhine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  Ikies 
His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

N 


"L 


(     ->3     ) 
Behold  he  co^cs;  he  comes  to  L!c(? 

The  nations  as  their  GoJ  ; 
To  (ho\y  the  world  his  nghteoufnefs, 

Ant  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

His  voice  (hall  raife  the  flumb'ring  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
But  how  wil|  guilty  nations  dread. 

To  fee  their  judge  appear ! 

V  S  A  L  M    97.     As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
To  iing  the  choicell  pfalm  of  p  raife  j 
To  ling  and  blefs  JehoVaVs  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  mow, 
And  all  his  laving  works  proclaim. 

The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  ii  known  : 
Nor  fhaD  our  Wormip  e'er  be  paid, 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 

Oar  Maker  is  pur  Go  :  alone. 

He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  f!;y, 
He  made  thelhining  worlds  on  hiG'/i, 

And  reigns  com  pi:  tc  in  glorj  there  ;■ 
His  beams  are  thajeft'y  and  fight : 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  tem[.le  how  divinely  fair  ! 
Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  flball  feel  his  faring  pow'r, 


(      *'9      ) 

An.1  baib'rous  nations  fear  his  name  : 
Then  (ball  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  hclinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM  97.  Ver.  1—5.  Firft  Tart  Long  Metre. 
Chril]  reigning  in  Heaven,  and  coming  to  Judgment 
1    T  |E  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  | 
X  -I    Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftr&ms  : 
Let  the  whole  earth    in  fongs  rejoice. 
And  diflant   iilands  join  their  voice. 

%  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround  : 
Juitice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs  5 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay, 
Fly  from  the  fight  and  fluin  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM,  $7.  Ver.  6—9.  Second  Part  Long  Met. 
Chrifl's  Incarnation, 

I   fT^HE   Lord  is  come;   the;  heay'ns  proclaim 
JL        His  birth  the  nations  learn  his  name  3 
Ar.  unknown  liar   directs  .the  road 
Qf  eatlern  fages  to  their  God. 

N  %     . 


(      22©       ) 

3  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 
Go  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies- 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods   below, 

4  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own   worfhippers  confound  : 
But  Sion  iLall  his  glories  ring, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fbv'reign  king. 

PSALM  97.  Third  Part.  Long  Metre, 
Grace  and  glory. 
J   TpH'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  5; 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

%    O  ye  that  love   his  holy  name  , 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  mall   tyring  and  rife,. 
And  the  bright  harveftblefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice  ye  righteous  and  record 
The  facred   honours  of  the  Lord  ( 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels    his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSAL  M     97.  V-er.    3,    5—7,    1  1.  C.  M 

Chrifl's  Incarnation  and  the  iaft  Judgment. 
I   T     ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
\  A     Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns. : 


(  *M  ) 

His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  waj^ 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2   His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills^ 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ;. 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3.  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  5, 
The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfl.ippers  with  fhame^ 
And  totter   to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ;. 
Thus  mall  he  come  to  judge  the  earthy 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  Eighty 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

^  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fowri 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown^ 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM     98.  Firft  Part.     Common  Metr& 

Praife  for  the  Gofpel. 
j   TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honours  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad  j 
And  makes  the  nations  bleft. 


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1  To  Abrah'jH-firft  hefpoke  the  wou\% 
And  tanght  his  numerous  r.?ce  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reun  Lore], 
And  learn  to  truft  his  gaace. 

3,  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  herdifPreiit  tongues ; 
Ami  fpFead  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs- 

PSAl  M  98.  Second  Part.  Common  Mt*re%. 

The  Mefliah's   Coining  and  Kingdom. 
1    JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
J       Let  eaith. receive  her  King  ; 
Let  evVy  heart  prepare  him  room, ^ 
And  heav'n  and  nature  ling, 

z  Joy  to  the  eart.h,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fiejdi^nd  flcqjs,  rocks,  hills  and  p!alnsv 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

£  No  more  let  Hns  and  forrows  grow,. 
Nor  thorns  infer!  the  ground  : 
lie  cc;n.er.  p  male  his  hie  (Tings  (low^ 
Far  as  the  curie  is  found. 

4.  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace,. 
An<l  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  oThis  love. 

?  S  A  L  M       99.     Firil  Part.     Short.  Metre 

ChrifPs  Kingdom  and  Majcfly, 
5   HPHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
**•      Let  all  the  nations  fear  \ 


(       "3       ) 

Let  tinners  tremble  at  his  throng 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  flan  J, 

Swift  to  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  Sion  flands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  j 
His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known* 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  worses  of  grace. 

PSALM    99.     Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 

A  holy  God  worfhipped  with  Reverence, 
i    I7XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
3%     And  worfhip  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifra'l  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priefr, 
When  Mofescry'd,  when  Samuel  pray5d3 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

5  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

N4 


(     ft*4     ) 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftiJl  the  fame  j 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM  loo.  Firft   Metre.    A  plain  Tranilauoa. 

Praife  to  our  Creator. 
j    "\7*E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

JL        Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  Kings 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice^ 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

$  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
D^th  life  and  breath,  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paflures  live. 

5  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifestohis  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there;. 

5  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

V  S  A  L  M   too.  Second  Metre.  A  ParaphralW 
i    gEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create  and  he  deflroy. 
%  His  fov'reign  power  without  our  aid 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 


(     "5    ) 

And  when  like  wand'ring  Iheep  we  flrayM, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

$  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lafiing  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fong^ 
High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufan!  tongues: 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife, 

j  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  rauft  Hand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     ici.     Long  Metre, 

The  Magi  date's  Pfalm. 
**    7\  /T  ^RC  Y  and  judgment  are  my  fang, 
J  VI      And  ^nce  *hey  kcth  to  ^'ee  beiobg> 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fangs  and  vows  I  bring. 

£  If  I  am  raia'd  to  bear  thefword  ; 
111  take  my  counfel  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heavmly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  meM 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy,. 


(    tt6    ) 

4  No  fous  of  flander,  rage  and  flrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
"Within  my  doors  (hall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land  and  raife  the  jult 
To  polls  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav 'rites  Hill.] 

6  In  rain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  bt  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
z^ndall  that  break  the  public  refl, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     ioi.     Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  for  a  Mafter  of  a  Family. 
J  £~\F  jufiiceand  of  grace  I  fing, 
\J  And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice  heav'nly  K  ing, 
Teach  me  to  rule  thy  houfe. 

1  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  fufler  nothing  near  me  there 
That  mall  oilend  thine  eyes. 

&  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong 
By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcoraiul  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue^ 
yil  rhruft  them  from  my  doors. 


(       2*7       ) 

4  111  feek  the  faithful  ana  the  juft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  (hall  truftA. 
The  fervauts  I'll  employ. 

£  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit 
I'll  not  endure  a  night  ; 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  Koine  be  ever  found 

A.  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

F3ALM    102.     Ver.  i — 13,  20,  21.     Firft  Fart- 
Common  Metre. 
A  Prayer  for  the  Afflicted. 

2  TTEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face., 
JL  JL  Butaniwer,  left  I  die: 

Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  (inners  cry  ? 

It  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 
Ddlblving  in  the  air  J 
My  ftrength  is  dry?d,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag  like  with'ring  grafa 

Burnt  withexceilive  heat  f 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs* 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4.  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top* 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan^. 


(       4*8      ) 

Far  from  the  ten  ts  of  joy  and  hope. 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beau's  of  midnight  howl  ; 
Where  the  Tad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  thefcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  tioubled  breaft  ; 
While  (harp  reproaches  wound  my  ears.. 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  re  pail : 
?vly  daily  bread  like  afL.es  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafie. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  fi  own  : 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advane'd  me  high* 
Thy  hand  hath  cafl  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  3 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'nmg  (hadows  are, 

Thatvanifh  into  night. 
20  But  thou  for  ever  a.rf  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  mall  know  thy  name,, 

And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

3 1   Thou  wilt  arife,  and  mow  thy  foce, 
Nor  will  thy  Lord  delay, 
beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace*. 
%k$t  long  e:cne6kd  day. 


(     **9     > 

$2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  pry-* 
And  by  myfterious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners,  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 
SALM    j  02.    Ver.   1 3^2 1 .  Sec.  Part.  C.  M* 
Prayer  heard,  and  Sion  reftored. 

LET  Sion,  and  her  fons  rejoice  ', 
Behold  the  promrs'd  hour  ; 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice^ 
And  comes  t?  exalt  his  power. 

Her  dufl  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  \ 
Thofe  ruins  {hall  be  built  again. 

And  all  that  duft  (hall  rife. 

The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  (hail  bow  before  his  name^ 

And  kings  attend  with  fear* 

He  Gts  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prifoners  groan* 

And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  deaths 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
Itfhan'tbe  faid,  "  that  praying  breath, 

"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

This  (liall  be  known  when,  we  are  dead% 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  readx 

4^d  truft  and  praife  the  Lord*. 


(     *3Q     ) 

P3ALV    102.  Ve-.  23-2S.  Third  Part.  L.  M, 

TvFan'i   Mortality,  and  ChrifPs  Fternity  ;  or  Saints 

die,  but  Chrid  and  the   Church  live. 

1  1  T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

-*•      Weakens  our  drength  am  kid  the  race  ,' 
IDifeafe  3ti.l  death  at  his  command 
Arrert  us  and  cut  (hort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  alcud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  neon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  d?,y,- 

And  mud  thy  children  die  fo  fodri  ? 
2  Yet  in  the  midil  of  death  an  1  grfef 

This  thought  our  fbrrbw  fliaM  aiKiage, 
cc  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chrilt  is  the  fame  thro'  cv'iy  age.*' 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  /hall  fade  5 
»     And  ail  be  changM  at  his  command. 

5  The  dairy  curtains  of  the  iky 

Like  garments  [hail  be  laid  afide  : 
But  (lill  thy  throne  flarids  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  mud  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live. 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  chil  treti  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  fi.rviv?, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'-t  again. 
PSALM  103     \Vr.  1— .7.  FirQ  Parr.   Long  Met, 

BledingGod  for  his  Goodnefs  to  Soul  and  Body* 
4    g-L-ESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

pa)J  .home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad^ 


i6    I 


(     *3T     ) 

X.et  all  the  powers  within  me 
In  work  and  wor/Lip  io  d 

Blcfs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ! 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheil  praife  ; 
Whj  ii.oalJ  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  Hence  and  forget  ? 

5  ?Tis  He,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Ton 
To  die  for  ciimes,  which  thou  hall  done  % 
He  owns  tciQ  ranforn,  and  iorgtves 
Thehourjy  follies  of  cur  lives. 

*.  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  Heals* 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  ; 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  waiting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves* 

5  Ourycuth  dec  ay 'tf,  his  power  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  yeais  : 
He  fills  cur  fie  re  with  ev'rygood, 
And  feeds  cur  fouls  with  keav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreflbr  and  the  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  fuft'rers  refl  ; 
But  wTH  his  juftice  more  difplay 
In  the  Lft  great  rewarding  day. 

[His  power  lie  (how'd  by  Mcfrs'  hands; 
And  gave  to  Ifni'i  his  commands  ; 
ButTent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  ali  the  nations  by  his  Sen.]' 

Let  th?  whole  earth  Ids  power  dbo&fsj 
Let  the  whole,  earth  adore  his  grace  v 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  flail  join 
la  wo.h  rr.d  wo.Thfn  fo  divine. 


(     *3*     ) 
PSALM  103.  Second  Part.  Long  Mrtrfc. 
'God's  gentle  Chaflifement ;  or,  His  tender  Mere)? 
to  his  People. 

5  '"THE  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  ? 

How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

6  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head* 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife* 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raifei 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  riling  morning  from  the  weft> 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  llow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
Howfoon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

jj  AmiJft  his  wrath  compamon  fhines  ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while   his  rod  correcls  his  faint;* 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

•0  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaflife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart> 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 
Pause. 

•)  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  2 


(   *n  ) 

And  will  no  heavy  loads  im  pofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  bellows. 

'He  knows  how  foon  ©ur  nature  dies,, 
B  killed  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  grafs  we  fpring  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

)  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
To  a!l  the  faints,  and  Hi  a  1 1  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  (hall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

ISAliM  103.  Ver.  1—7.  Firfl  Part.  Short  Metre, 

Praifefor  Spiritual  and  Temporal  IMerci.es. 
I    f~\U  blefs'the  Lord,  my  foul  * 
V^   Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name^. 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

1  O  blefs  the  Lord  my  foul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefsi- 
And  without  praifcs  die. 

^  rf  is  he  forgives  thy  f  ns, 

Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
?Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fckrulTeSj. 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  3 
He  that  redeemed  my  foul  from  hell 
Hatli  icv'reign  Dow'r  to  fave, 

Q 


(     *34    ) 
j  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud*4 
And  juflice  for  th'oj  j  reft. 

£  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 
P5ALM  103.  Ver.  8— 18,  Second  Part.  Short  M. 
Abounding  Compaflionof  Got  ;  or,    Mercy  in  the 

Midi!  of  Judgment. 
$   A  Jf  Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
J  VI   Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great. 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

1  God  will  not  always  chide  ; 

And  when  his  (irokes  are  felt, 
His  (trokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

%  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  though; s  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guik  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 

£Le  ^nows  our  feeble  frame. 


5 


(  m  ) 

He  known  we  are  but  duft, 

Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  ^ 
His  anger  like  a  riling  wind 

Can  lend  us  fwift  to  death. 

Our  days  are  as  the  graft, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  I 
If  one  :7iarp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  fieid,t 

it  withers  in  an  hour. 

But'thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  °y 
Antl  children's  children  ever  find 
Thv  words  of  promife  fure. 
PSALM  103.  Ver.  1$,  22.  Third  Part.  Short .  W:. 
God's  universal  Dominion;    or.  Angels. pfcaife it^ 
Lord. 
THE  Lord  the  fov'reign  King, 

Hath  £xed  his  throne  on  high. 
O'er  all  the  heavVdy  world  he  rukSj 
And  ail  beneath  the  fkf. 

Ye  angels  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  wiily 
JBIe rs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  heaft 

Whefe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

J_.r:  the  bright  hofrs  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  praXj, 

Join  in  the  praife  they  hug. 

j  While  all  his  wond'rous  worlrs, 
Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom,  fhow 

Thf -ir  Vaker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  £ng  his .grates  too. 


(    «S<*    ) 
PSALM     104. 
The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence. 
1    TV  li  Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praifc  ; 
iVA     When' cloth M  in  his  celeitial  rays, 
He  in  full  majefly  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  he  fung  to  the  Tune  of  (he 

old  1 12th  or  127th  Pfalm,  by  adding  thefe  two 

Lines  to  every  Stanza,  (viz.) 

Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 

An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

[Otherwife  it  mull  be  fung  as  the  100th  Pfalm. 
8  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 

Th'  unfathomM  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 

Clouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies 

On  winged  ftorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minitlers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  IVift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Js  pois'd,  and  mail  forever  ftand  : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  mould  drown  the  earth  again. 

$  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

£  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  \ 


(   Hj   ) 

Vet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins, 

They  ipring  ou  hills,  and  drench  the  plaint 

*]   He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheers  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  dream  wild  affes  bray. 

|S  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brinks 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife^ 
Arid  chide  our  ulence  in  his  praife. 

Pa»se      Firft. 

©  God  from  his  cloudy  ciftern  pours 

Oa  the  parchM  earth  enriching  fhow?rs  s 
The  grove,  the  garden  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleffings  yield. 

io  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

i  i   What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleafing  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine* 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  ftores  with  bread  , 
While  food  our  vital  llrength  impart$> 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

0  i 


(    **«    ) 
Pause      Second. 
Ig  TCehbld  the  (lately  cedar  ftands 
Rais'd  in  the  foreil  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefls  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills,  afcends  the  goat ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race  ; 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  lace  ; 
Anu  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beails  to  hunt  their  prey. 

2$  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
Attd  roaring  afk  their  meat  from  God  ;' 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  lavage  beafts  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  gi  ief. 

18  Howftrange  thy^vorks  !  How  great  thy  fk'll*  J 
While  evVy  land  thy  riches  fill  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  oi  tfiee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  ami  creep, 
"With  wondVous  motions,  fwift  or  flow. 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 


(     *39     ) 

;0  There  mips  divide  their  wat'ry  waft 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monflers  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  relides, 
An  J  feariefs  fports  amid  the  tides. 

Pause     Third. 

i  Vafl  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  reds  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

z   While  each  receives  his  dift'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales,  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff  rent  forms. 

3   But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  duft  return  ; 
Eoth  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  reGgn  : 
Life,  ureath  and  fj.irit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canfl  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beads  and  men  j: 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wades  of  time  and  death. 

^25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  mighty 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  S 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

%6  The  earth  ftands  trembling  at  thy  flroke> 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  (moke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

03 


(    *4»-    ) 
<|7  In  thee  my  hopes  and  withes  rjzzt, 
And  make  my  meditations  iweet  ; 
Thy  praifes  mall  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

*8   While  haughty  finners  die  accurfi, 

Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  dull, 

I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  ICing 

Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 
PSALM    105/    Abridged.     Common   jV'Mre, 
pod's  Conduct  to'  Ifrael,  and  the  Plagues  of  Egypt. 
1    /""^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 

V_J     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 

Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame? 
•  That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

3  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  numerous  ages  pail:, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  (hall  lafl. 

3  He  fware  to  Abr'am  and  his  feed^ 

And  made  the  bleinngs  fure. 
Gentiles  the  ancient  prom  He  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  ble$, 

"  (Said  the  Almighty    voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  land  mall  be  their  red, 
<c  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys. 

s  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich   the  grace  !• 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
\Yhen  they  were  flrangers  in  the  place,, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  j 


(  #•  ) 

f  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round; 
Securely  they  remov'.J  ;. 
And  haughty  kings,   that  on  them  frown?dV 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

f  <{  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  mine  arm,    = 
Cl  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong  ! 
"The  man  that  does  my    prophets  harn^ 
«  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 

Then  let  the  world  forbare  its  rage5 

Nor  put  the  church   in  fear: 
Iirael  mufl  live  through  ev'ry  age. 

Ana  be  th'-  Almighty's  care. 

Pause    Firft. 

)  When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints^ 
And  thus  provoi'ii  their  God? 
Mofes.  was   lent  at  their  complaints, 
jArm'd  with  his  ureaoful    rod. 

|  He  call'd  for  darknefs  :  darknefs  came?. 
Like  an  o'erwhelming flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  ft  ream. 
To  lakes  and  dreams  of  blood. 

i   He  gave  the  Ggn,  and  noifome  fifes 

Thro'  the  whole  country  {;  react  ; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

2  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  veng'arcc  flew  ; 
Lenin's  infwaims  ce\our'ci  their  trees^ 
And  hail  their  cattk  flew. 

O  4 


(      2  4*       ) 

5-3  Thcffi  by  an, angel's  mid-night  ftroka 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  ftrength  of  evVy  houfe  he  broke? 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

54  Now, let  the  world  forbear  its  rage* 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Ifra'l  mull  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Pause      Second. 

5    Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  free'd. 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journey's  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

37  They  thjrft  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock, 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  flill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

18   O  wond'rous  ftreani  !  O  blefTed  type 
Of  ever-flo  wing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  waai'ring  race. 

jf)  Thus  guarded  by  th?  Almighty  handa> 
The  chofen  tribes  pofleft 
Canaan,,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
^»nd  there  enjoy' d  their  rift. 


(    H3     ) 

•JO  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage> 
The  ciun  ch  renounce  her  fear  ; 
lira']  mull  live  thro'ev'ry  age, 
Andbeth'  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM    jo6.  Ver.  1—5.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre* 
Praifeto  God  ;  or,  Communication  with  Saints. 
£  npO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bled, 
X      Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrcll  ; 
His  mercy  linn  lb,  ever  Hands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

%  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  (lull  fulfil  thy  boundivfs  praife  ? 
Llcll  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  flill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

5  Remember  what  thy  nicrcy  did 

Few  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofenfted  % 

Ana  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 

Ti)c  meaneft  fti;)[  liant  of  thy  grace 
4  O  may  1  iee  ti'.y  tribes  rejoice, 

An  i  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 

'i  hk  is  in;-.  g:o;Vj  Lord,  to  be 

■JoiaU  td  i.i\  {aims  and  t.ear  to  thee. 

FdALM  ic'j.  Pan.  II.  Ver.  7,  8,  12,  14,  43-48* 

Short  Metre. 
laaJ  j  unifhed    and     pardoned  ;  or,    God's    un- 
changeable Love. 
I    ipOD  of  eternal  lave, 

V3       lioa  fickle  aic  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oh  did  Uut'l  prove 
Thy  Cwiritaney  efnaee  ! 

9  s 


(  Hi  ) 

£  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought) 
And  then  thy  ;:raife  they  fung  \ 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'rforgoti 
And  murmur'd  with  their tODgue. 

g  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  : 
Now  with  their  lulis  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearkenM  to  their  groans  ; 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts> 
And  cail'd  them  fiill  his  fons. 

jfJTheir  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fov'd  them  from  their  foes  ;  # 

Oft  he  chafiisM,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  peo;  le  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifral  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  love  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Chilians  join  the  folemn  word, 

Amen  to  all  the  praife. 
PSALM   107.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chriflians  to  Heaven. 
1    {~"y  IVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above, 
VJ    Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  pad  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own. 
fc    -let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
iMie  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
ra'l,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcuM  from  their  mighty  foes. 


I    *4S    ) 

J  [When  God's  almighty  arm  ha.-7  fotoici 
Their  fetters  an!  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trae'd  the  defert,  warul'ring  round  : 
A  wiL!  and  folitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  roadj 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  ; 
Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  tl  <ir(l,or  hunger's  rage. J 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  ciy'd, 

God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 

He  led  theifwapd'r.ing  march  around 

And  brought  their  trfoes  tc  Canaan's  grounds 

6  Thus  when  our  firfl  release  w%  gan 
Frt>m  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain. 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefbme  place. 

5  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
lie  guides  our  fooitteps  left  we  ftray,' 
lie  guards  us  with  a  pow'tful  hand 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'niy  lando 

i,   i )  let  tine  faints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  an*;  goo.mefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  evVy  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M      107.      Second  Part.      Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  Sin,  and  |R.el.eafe  by  Prayer. 

X    )7RO.\S  age  to  age  exalt  his  m:me, 

God  and  his  grace  are  fliil  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  foo  ;, 
Au4  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good, 


(     **«     ) 

t  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies  ; 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  : 

5  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rance  fhall  be  found  ; 

La  den  with  grief  they  wade  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  ihaJes  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
lie  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
Apd  fcattersall  that  difinal  (hade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

j  lie  cuts  the  bars  oi  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmilThg  pris'hers  thro' ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  vvondVous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  Ills  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
lei  cv'iy  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

"PSALM     107.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Intemperance  punifhed  and  pardoned  ;   or,  a  Pfalm 

for  the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
1   T  7AIN  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  benf, 
V     Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  : 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

1  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafle  ; 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafle  5 


(    *47    ) 

'Till  all  his  aclive  pow'rs  are  loff, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  to  duff. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat* 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  opprelt 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released. 

4  Then  how  the  frightenM  finners  fly- 
To  God  for  help  with  earneft  cry ! 

-    He  hears  their,  groans,  prolongs  their  breathy 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5.  No  med'cines  could  eifecl  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals', 
He  fends  ^lisfoy'reign  word,  and  heals* 

6  O  ma/  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodn.efs  of  the  Lord  1 
And  let  their  thankful  oi'ring  prove- 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM     107.      Fourth  Part.      Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck  ;  or,  Th.e 

Seaman's  Song. 
1    CT  70ULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God* 

.  V  V     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 

With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 

The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

•1  They  leave  their  native  mores  behind*. 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ! 
Till  God  command,  and  tem;.efls  rife- 
iMtJieave  ifee  ocean  to  the  fkjes*. 


(     243     ) 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  (ink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ibar.ge  affrights  young  Jailors  feel, 
Ami  like  a  Magg'rir.g  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lofl  to  all  hope  to  God  they  cry  : 

1 1  is  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  ciflrefs. 

5  He  bids. the  vine's,  their  wrath  afTuage, 
And  fform}  tempers  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  glad fo me  train  their  fears,  give  o'er, 
And  hail  .with  joy  their  native  more. 

6  O  may-tbe  fons  of  men  record 

The  wonu'rous  goodnefs.of  tl*e  Lord  ! 
I,-:!  them  their  private  oil 'rings  bring, 
Aod  in  the  church  his  glory  (ing. 
PSALM    io*\     Fifth  Part.       Common  Metr3. 

The  Mariner's  Ffa lm. 
l    f*T7*HY  works  of  glorv,  mighty  Lord, 
That  rule  the  boifi'rous  fea, 
^vfiefons  of  courage  (had  record, 
Who  tempt  thru  dang'rous  way. 

^  At  thv  command  the  winds  arifc. 
And  f\veM  the  fov-'ring  waves  ! 
The  men  aftpnifl*^   ro<nmt  the  fides,, 
An     :nk  in  gaping  graves. 
5    [Aga      :hey  ciimb  the  wat'ry  hiils, 
Ai        l«f>ge  in  <;eeps  again  ; 
Eapr  a  to't'ting  drwd:  *r  '  reels^ 

finds  his  courage  vain. 


(       U9-      ) 

4  Pi  ighied  to  hear  the  temped  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  | 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diflant  more, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  \ 

He  hears  the  loud  requeft, 

And  orders  filence  thro'  the  fides, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

€  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
And  fee  the  ftorms  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ;  * 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

5Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafeto  land  ; 

Let  ft upid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 

And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

$  Othat  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
The  gocdnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'Vons  ways.. 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM  107.  Lafl  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Colonies  planted  ;  or  Nations  bleft  and  punifhedc 
1   X1L7  HEN  God  provok'd  with  daring  crime?, 
*  *     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

a  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green, 


(     *5o     ) 

ffend  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkies  5 
And  harveits  in  the  ueferts  rife. 

£    [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  pfptey. 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  th'  oppreftand  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  ihey  plant, 
Whole  yearly  fruits  fupplies  their  want, 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flecks. 

K  Thus  they  are  bled  :  but  if  they  fin, 

•    He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 
Afavagecrew  invades  their  lands, 
Tneir  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

0  Their  captive  fons,  expos 'd.  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  ami  forlorn  ; 
The  country  lies  unfene'd  untilPd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns,, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live,  j, 

$  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  .'rovidence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifls  mall  no  more, 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

$  How  lew  with  pious  care  record 

Thefe  wondVous  dealings  of  the  Lord  I 
But  wife  obfervers  Hill  fhall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juli  and  kind. 


(  til  j 

P  S  A  L  M     108.     Common  MStrel 
A  Song  of  Praife. 
i     A  WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife  5 
^^      Awake  riay  harp  to  fing  ; 
Joia  all  my  pow'rs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 

5  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  thro' the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  preparej 
And  there  his  name  refound. 

£  Be  thou  exalted,  G  my  Gody 
Above  the  flarry  train  ; 
Di.Tufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad^ 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  (hail  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 
And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
"While  linners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice,' 
And  tafte"  redeeming  love. 

PSAL?vt   109.  Ver.  1 — 5,  31.  Common  ftietn 

Love  to  Enemies  from  the  Example  of  ChrifL 

i    f^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  finners  fpeak  again  ft  thy  grace 
With'  ablafpheming  tongue. 

6  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found  $ 
With  cruel  flanuers  falfe  and  vain 
They  ccmpafVd  him  around,' 


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\  "fheir  mis'ries  his  compaffion  mpViiJi 
Their  peace  he  flill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  haitre  I  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4.  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 
Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  prayM  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofsj 
And  blefl  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord  mall  thy  bright  example  fliine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  (hall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 

J  mall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage> 

Who  (lander  and  condemn. 

PSALM     110.  Fit  ft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifl  exalted  and  Multitudes   converted  ;  or,  The 

Succffs  of  the  Gofpel. 
I    HTHUS  Go  1  th'  eternal  father  fpake 

To  Chrift  the  Son,  "  Afcend  and  fit 
i*  At  my  right  hand  'till  I  (hall  make 
ft  Thy  foes  fubcritffivie  at  thy  feet. 

%  "  From  Si  en  fhali  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Ti'v  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

5  "  Th  it  day  fhal]  mow  thy  pow'r  is  great* 
"  When  faints  fhali  flock  with  willing  mind*, 


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"  And  Gnners  crouJ  thy  temple  gate* 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

f.  "  O  blefled  Pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
*'  What  a  large  vicVry  (hall  enfue  ; 
i(  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
"  Exceed  the  drop  of  morning  dew." 

1  S  A  L  M     no.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre; 

The  Kingdom  andPriefthood  of  Chrift. 

THUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  tea 
Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  (wore  ; 
"  Eternal  (hall  thy  priefthood  be, 
(C  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

16  Aaron,  and  all  his  Tons  mufldie  : 
"-But  everlafling  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  forever  thofe  that  fly 
«  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

"  By  me  Melchifedec  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft  malt  plead* 

«  And  thou,  my  King,  malt  rulemyfons. 

Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  councils  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 
Thro*  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  : 
Then  fhall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
$md  fead  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 
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6  The'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way> 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM     no.     Common  Metre, 
Chrill's  Kingdom  and  Prieflhood* 
I    TESUS,  cur  Lord  afcend  thy  throne 
J       And  near  thy  Father  fit ; 
In  Sicn  mall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmir. 

1  What  wonders  mall  thy  gofpel  do  ! 
Thy  converts  mall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew> 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

"  Eternal  fiiall  thy  pi  iefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

4  w  Melchifedec,  that  wond'rous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
(e  That  holy  man  who  Abra'm  bleft 
<l  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus  our  Pweft  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 

The  blelhngs  of  his  love. 

6  God  fliall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain;. 
Shall  mike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofc  his  reign. 


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S  A  L  M     in.     Fh  ft  Part.  Common  Metxe. 
The  Wifciom  of  God  in  his  Works. 

SONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart  and  he  my  tongue 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 

His  wonders  with  delight. 

How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  the  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 

That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 

To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  Ikies, 

Thy  heavenly  (kill  proclaim  ; 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trufl  thy  grace^ 

Is  our  divineft  fkill  ! 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  beft  obeys  thy  will.. 
PSALM     in.     Second  Part.     Common  Metre* 

The  Perfections  of  God. 
I   /""^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 

LVj     Demand  our  nobleft  fongs  5 
P  a 


(    *S6    > 

Let  his  affembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

Great  is  tbe  mercy  of  the  Lord^ 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  catno 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife,,. 

Mult  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faired  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSAL  M     112.      As  the  113th  Pfalia. 

The  Bleffings  of  the  liberal  Man. 

THAT  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe 
Of  God  and  loves  his  iacred  law  1 
His  feed  On  earth  mail  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  (hall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceftive  honours  crown'd. 

His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

Agen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  ;, 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
lie  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  'mfi  to  all  mankind. 


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His  hands,  whiie  they  his  alms  beflowM^ 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  j 

Thefweet  remembrance  ofthejuft 
Like  a  green  root  revive  sand  bears 
A  train  cf  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  deeps  in  dud. 

Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  {hall  he  maintain  his  ground  5 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light* 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night  : 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 
Pause. 
[Ill  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  fixM  on  God  relies^ 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  °< 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd* 

The  wicked  flhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 
PSALM      112.         Long  Metre, 

The  BleiTingsof  the  Pious  and  Charitable. 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord* 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word  < 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

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%  Companion  dwells  u-on  his  mind* 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'J  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  thern,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpreacl 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 

For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  fpiritfix'd  upon  the  Lord 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  3 
Amiaft  the  darknefs  light  mall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  biefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  flill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  (hall  long  remain, 
While  envious  hnners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     iri.  "     Common  Metr^. 
Liberality  rewarded. 
I  TTAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord,, 
i  Jl   And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  tl\Q  poor  without  reward  a 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

S  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 
To  all. the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  mall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  blefiings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  (hall  fuqprife 
Uis  well  eftahiilVd  mind  ;. 
IDs  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  n?e35 

A^-*  leaves  his  fears  behind,. 


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Lg,  In  times  of  danger  and  difbefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  {Line., 
Todiow  the  world  his  righteoufuefs* 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth  and  joys  above 

Shall  be  his  fine  reward. 

rSAL  M     113.       Proper  Tune,, 
The  Majelty  and  Condefcenlion  of  God> 

YE  that  delight  toferve  the  Lord, 
.  The  honours  of  his  name  record, 
His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  povv'r  confefs. 

&  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  : 

The  heav'ns  are  far  beneath  his  height  3 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

5  He  bows  his  glprious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofls  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  caie  to  mortal  things  : 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
lie  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  throne  of  Kings, 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleilmgs  of  an  heir, 
P4 


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To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 
PSALM     113.         Long  Metre. 
God  fovereign  and  gracious. 
i  "\/E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  ling  ; 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 

2,  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
His  throne  of  Glory  ftands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  reftrain/ 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

g   Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  ;  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  coodefcends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

r  From  dun*  and  cottages  obfcure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  throne*. 

6   [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad,' 
The  promis'dfeed  is  born  at  lafl. 


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%  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fort,     . 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Taith  may  grow  flrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  I 
If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears. 

P  S  A  L   M  114.      L prig  Metre. 
JVliracles  attending  Ifra'js  Journey. 
I  TT  7HEN  Ifra'l  freed  front  Pharaoh's  hand," 
VV     Left   the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land/ 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own, 
Their  king  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

%  Ao'fofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  f 
Janrdan    beheld  their  march,   and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head, 

£  The  mountains  (nook  like  frighted  fheep,, 
L'ke  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 
Ivor  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  Hand, 
Confcious  of  fov 'feign  power  at   hand, 

4.  What  pow'r  coul  umake  the  deep  divide  ?' 
M;«k4  Jourdan  backward  roll  his  tide? 
Why  .did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills?  f 

An  1  whence  the  dresrd"  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

Let  ev'ry  morntdin,' ev'ry  flood 
R;:Hre  and  know  the  approaching  God, ' 
j     The  King  :of  Ifrea)  :  fee  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  earth,    adore  and  fear. 

|5  lie  tfianders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
Tne  reck  to  rtan ding  pooh  he  turns  ; 

I    Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word;/ 
And  fires  ana  feas  cbnfefs  the  Lotd. 


(  ftfo   ) 

PSALM     115.  Firft  Metre. 
The  true  God  our  Refuge  ;  or  Idolatry  reproved, 
I    IV  I  OT  to  ourfelves  who  are  but  dull, 
X^l   Not   to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
EternaFGod,  thou  onlyjuft, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

%  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  mould  a  heathen's  naughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 
Say,  f(  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long?'* 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fides, 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  kuows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood* 
At  befl  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  the  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 

In  vain  are  cofily    off'rings  made,     . 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in    the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft! 
The  Lord  mail  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 


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The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  pr-aiil* 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  mall  live  to  ting  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

PSALM  1 15.  Second  Metre.  As  the  new  Tune  of 
the  50th  Pfaim.       Idolatry  reproved. 

X    \J  OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
X  ^    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours   to  thy  fov'reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bieft  abode  ; 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  ;  "  Where  is  your  God  }n 

%   Heav'n   is  thine  higher  court:   there   ftands  thy 
throne, 
And  thro  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
Godfram'd  this  earth,  the  ftarry  heav'ns  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  filver-favioars,  and  their  faints  ofgold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  drapes  of  eyes  and  ears  1 
The  moltea  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  nofpeech,  ncr  thought,  nor  powejr  pot 

love  ; 
Yet  fottiih   mortals  make  their,  long  complain*? 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  llatues  well  adorn'J  with  gold,  § 
The  poor  content  with  gods  cfcoarfer  mouldy 
With  toolspf  iron  carve. the fenfelefs  f  ock, 
Lopt  from  a. tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock* 


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People  and  pneft  drive  en  the  fofernn  trs^e, 
Aud  trufUbegods  that -faws  and  hammers  macle.j- 

5  Be  heavYi  and  earth  amaz'd  !  ?Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  mod  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 
O  Ifrael,  trull  the  Lord  :    he  hears  and  fees, 
He  -knows  thy  forrows  and  reftores  thy  peace  : 
His  worfhip  does  a;thoufand  comforts  yield, 

|  lie  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

6  In  God  we  truft  ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain. 
Attempt  our  ruin  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 

'  Had  they  prevail'd,'  darkncfs  had  clos'd  our  days,. 
And  death  and  Clence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
-But  we.arefavM  and  live  :   let  fongs  ar'fe, 
And  Sion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  fkies. 

P •  S  A  L  M     u6.   Firil  Fart.  Common  Metre. 

Recovery  from  Sicknefs. 

i    1"  Love  the  Lord  :   he  heard  my  cries, 
-^  ■    And  pity'cl  evVy  groan, 
Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  hailen  to  his  thione. 

2  I  lov'd'the  Lord   :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

g  My -fleiii  declin?d,my  fpiritsftll, 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
"While  inward  pangs  and  fears  cfhel} 
Perplex  my  wakeful  head, 


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4  "  My  God,  I  cry  ?d,  thy  fervant  favea 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
"  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  gravea 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft. 

He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft. 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death5 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breathy 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM  116.  Ver.  12,  &c.  Sec.  Part.  Com.  Me*, 

Thanks  for  private  Deliverances. 
3    VT7H  AT  (hall  I  render  to  my  God 
*  *       For  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  t 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 

-a  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfeA 
My  offerings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  (nail  my  zeal  perform  the  vows^ 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  bleffed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  I 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care^ 

Lord,  I" devote  to  thee. 


(   l&(\  > 

j  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  : 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

€  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
An  J  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  know, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord, 

PSALM      117.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  Nations, 

1   f^\  All  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord, 
V_x      Each  with  a  diiPrent  tongue  : 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung, 

$   His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  : 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  (ball  ftand  ; 
Praife  ye  the  fakMuiG 


PSALM      117.         Long  Metre, 


«  p 


Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

%   Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  5 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  fhore  to  (Lore, 
Till  fuas  (hall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 


(  *&i   ) 

PSALM      117.  Short  Tvletre. 

t   THY  Dame,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  found  thro7  diftarit  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  lure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  (lands. 

i  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fliadd 
Shall  be  eiichangM  no  more. 
PSALM  118.  Firft  Parr.  Vet.  6,  15.  Com.  Metrk 

Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 
i    'TTI E  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  Ions  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  me  aid* 

£  5Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee* 
And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree. 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

5  JTis  thro*  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrorsg> 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 
When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns  with  crack'ling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

r  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  ; 
The  Lord  protecls  their  days  ; 
Let  lfra'ltuns  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 


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i?3ALM  118.  Sec.  Part.  Ver.  17,  21.  Com.  Met; 

Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Death. 
2    T    ORD  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
I  j  Andrefcu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  fliall  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
^f  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

4  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy.Jiand  that  hath  chaftisM  him  fore> 
Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

%  Open  the  gates  of  Sion  now; 
For  we  (hall  worfliip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  gd> 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  afTemblies  of  thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM  li  8.  Part  III.  Ver.22,23.  Com.  Metre. 

Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
i    TOEHOLD  the  fure  foundation  Stone 
Which  God  in  Sion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon,' 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

Hb  Chofert  of  God  to  Gnners  dear; 
And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  {hall,  they  fuffer  fliame. 

g  The  foolifli  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 
Reject  it  with  difdaiu  j 


(  *<b  ) 

Firm  on  this  Rock  the  church  frail  reft, 

And  envy  rage  in  rain. 
What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withiloo:], 

Yet  mud  this  building  rife  : 
^Tis  thy  own  work,  Almighty  Goda 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

BALM  i  iS.  Part  IV.  Ver.  44,  26.  Com.  Metje. 
loiannah  ;  the  Lord's  Day  ;    or,  Chris's   Refur- 
recb'on,  and  our  Salvation. 
'"THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 

Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glaj, 

Aad  praife  furround  the  throne* 

To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  fatan's  empire  fell  ; 
To  day  the  faints  his  triumph foread., 

And  ad  his  wonders  tell. 

Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Loni,  descend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

Bled  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  man 

With  :  of  grace : 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 

Tofave  our  lint ul  race. 

Hnfannah  in  the  higheil  drains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns* 

Shad  give  him  nobler  praife. 


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PSALM  118.    Ver.  22—27.     Short  Metre. 

An  Hofannah  for  the   Lord's  Day  ;    or*  A-  new 
Song  of  Salvation  by  Chrift. 

I    Q  EE  what  a  living  Stone 
*3   The  builders  did  refufe  : 
Yet'God  hath  built  his  church  thereoa. 
Id  fyke  of  envious  Jews. 

1  Thefcribe  and  angry  pried 
Rej.-cV thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  mall  Sion  refr^ 
As  the  chief  corner  Hone. 

3  The  woik,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  cur  eyes  : 
This  d<ay  declares  it  all  divine,, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice  and  ling,  and  pray 3. 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  conies  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

^  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 

.  "Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 
And  ofler  on  thine  altar,  Lord,,. 
Ourfacrifice  of  praifc. 


(  m   ) 

PSAL  M  ii  3.  Ver.  22—37.  Long  Mctf^ 
An  Hofannah    for  the  Lord's  I>ay  ;  or,  A   nsrsr 

Song  of  Salvation    by  Chrift. 
I    T     O!  what  a  glorious  Cornei--fW.e 
JLj      The  Jewifli  builders  did  refufe  : 
But  God  hath  built  his  cUurch  there  ©a* 
Infpite  of  f  nvy  and  the  Jews. 

%  Great  God,  thy  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the*day  that  proves  it  thine,. 
The  day  that  law  our  Saviour  rife.. 

§  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be- glad  j 
Hpfannafc^&f  his  name  be  b!efi4 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  red  } 

4.  in  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bri-^ 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  3 
Let  the  wli.»3e  church  addrefs  their  King 
"With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

[I   have   collected  and  difrcied  of  the  mcf1 
Verfes  of  the  119th  Plalm,  an  » m  efrj&rnrii 

Heads,  and  formed- a  I), viae  Sor.;;  upon  each  of 
then*.  But  the.Verfts  are  much  maify .of:j,  to  attain 
fome  Degree  of  Connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  Words  Lawj  Com- 
viands,  Judgments,  Tefrimon-ies,  I  have  ured  Gol-- 
vel,  Word,  Grace,  Truth,  Prcmifes,  £:c.  as  more 
ggseeabfe  to  the  NewTcilament,  and  the  common 
tgg  of  Chriuia.ns,  and  it  equally  anfwers  the 
(lefign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which  was  to  recommend  sha 
lioly  Scriptures.^ 


(   «}*   ) 

PSALM     119.     Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Bieflednefs  of  Saints,  anA  Mifery    of  Sinners. 

Ver.  1,  2,  3. 
31   gLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 

Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  5 
Who  never  from  thy  Jaw  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

%  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  practice  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  lianas. 

Vcrfe  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  5 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ; 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  iteady  feet  afide. 

Verfe  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy* 

And  keep  my  face  from  (ha  me, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Verfe  »i,  118. 
j;  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate,,. 
The  proud  {hall  die  accurft  ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dud. 

Verfe  1 19,  1 55. 
£  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  j 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways, 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafle  thy  grace. 


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PSALM     1 19.    Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and    Spiritual   Mindednefs  $    01^ 

Conftant  Converfe  with  God, 

Verfe  147,55. 

S   nPO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light> 
My  gracious  God  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night. 
And  keep'thy  law  by  day. 

Verfe  81. 
g  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace-, 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 

Thy  word  fupports  my  hope.  .; 

Verfe  164. 
£  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  lighteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Verfe  62. 
4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  flcies5 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM     iip.         Third  Part.  ^ 
Iprofeffions  of  Sincerity,  Repentance  and  Obedience* 
Verfe  57,  60. 

THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
Soon  as  I  know  thy  way 
My  heart  makes  hafle  t'  obey  thy  word^ 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 


(    *74    ) 
Veife3o,  14. 

2  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teflimonfes  of  thy  grace 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Thence  1  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Verfe  59. 

4  If  once  I  wancfer  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  way?, 
Tfcen  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trull  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Verfe  94,  1 14. 

5  Now  am  I  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  fliield,  my  hiding  place> 
JMy  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Verfe  1  \7.. 

6  Thou  hall  inclinM  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  ; 
And  thus  tilf  mortal  life  fhall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM     119.         Fourth  Part. 
Inftriiclion  from  Scripture. 

HOW  (hall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts,- 
And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 


(    *1S    )        . 

Verfe  130. 
2-  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruelion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Verfe  1 05. 

3  5Tis  like  the  fun  a  heav'nly  light 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Verfe  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 

Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Verfe  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife, 
I  hate  the  finners  road  ; 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife^ 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Verfe  $9,  90,91. 
[The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day. 

Thy  (kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

But  Hill  thy  law  and  gofpel.  Lord, 
Have  leflbns  more  divine  : 

Not  earth  (bnds  firmer  than  thy  word* 
Nor  flars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

0.3 


(    *5&    }. 
Verfe  160,  140,9,  11.6. 
8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  (hall  guide  our  youth., 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM      119.  Fifth  Part 

Delight  in  Scripture  ;  or,    the  Word  of  God  dwell- 
ing in  us. — —Verfe  97. 
I   /^\H  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
y^J  'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Verfe  1.48. 
1  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 
To  meditate  thy  word  : 
]My  foul  with  longing  melts,  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Verfe  j,  13,  54. 
5  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage 
And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 

Verfe  19,  105. 
4  Am  I  aflraBger,  or  at  home, 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comj^ 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Verfe  72,  127. 
K  No  treaftres  fo  enrich  the  mind  ^ 
*       Nor  (hall  thy  word  be  fold 


(    n>   I 

for  load?  offilver  well  reSn'd^ 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Verfe  28.,  49,  1  y$. 
£  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  dro  op 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 
A.re  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM      Lip.         Sixth  Part. 

Holinefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word* 

Verfe  1.28. 

LORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  rig 
And  all  thy  ilatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  Gght 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 

Verfe  97, 9, 
$.  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  ;. 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight 
Thro'  all  the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  nay  anions  right. 

Verfe  62 . 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

i(  How  fweet  th.y  comforts  be  ;?? 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee* 

Verfe  162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 

At  fame  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  fpoila 
£Iave  joys  comparM  to  mine. 


(     *78     ) 
PSALM     119.  Seventh  Part. 

Imperfection  of  Nature,  and  Perfection  of  Scripture, 

Verfe  96.  Paraphrafed, 

X   T    ET  all  the  hgathen  writers  join 
JL-j  To  form  one  perfedl  book, 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  tliin?> 
How  mean  their  writings  look. 

1  Not  the  molt  perfect  rules  they  gave 
Could  fhow  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 
Nor  lead  a  (tap  beyond  the  gr 
But  thine  conduct  to  hcav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call ; 

Per  feci  ion  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fali? 
And  cannot  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
And  thy  com  nandsx exceeding  broad* 
Extend  to  evVy  thought. 

r  In  vain  we  h  ■  ifl    -  rfeclTOO  here, 
While  (in  defiles  oui  5 

And  finks  oui;,vi.'t:ies  down  (o  far* 
They  icarce  deferye  the  p^me. 

<6  Our  faitli,  anl  love,  and  evVy  grace 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
Bur  perfeclnfruth  a;; 

Dw  Rfitli  the-  Lo 


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PSALM     ii>     Eighth  Part, 
The   Excellency    and  Variety  of  Scripture, 
Verfe   ill.      Paraphrafed. 
4   T    ORES  1  have  made  thy  word  my  choice.-, 
i^j     My  lafling  heritage  ; 
There  (hall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice^ 
My  war-melt  thoughts  engage. 

2-  I'll  read  the  hifl'ries  of  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  lavrs  in  light, 
While  thro' the  promifes  1  rove* 
With  ever-frefli  delight. 

3  ?Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fe#ftj 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  belt  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  cur  for:  owe  bleft  ; 
Our  faired  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  ouf  eternal  1  eft. 

PSALM     119.     Ninth    Part. 
DeGre  of  Knowledge.— Verfe  64,  68,  i#l 
I  THY  mercies  91  the  earthy  O  Lord, 
How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there, 

Verfe  75,  it 5. 
fc  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  handj 
My  fei  vice  is  thy  due  ; 
Q  make  thy  fervant  underfland 
The  duties  lie  mull  do. 

SLj 


(   *%°   ) 

Verfe  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  flranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Verfe  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways> 

Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
Or  I  (hall  ftray  again. 

Verfe  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  flatutes  mow, 

And  heavenly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Verfe  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief : 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more> 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Verfe  51. 
'*}   [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofpel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Verfe  27,  171. 
3  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  willj 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal>  %  1 

Shall  fmg  aloud  his  praife.] 


(     *»i     ) 

fSALM     119.     Tenth  Part. 

Pleading  the  Prornifes. Verfe  38,  49, 

I  "j^EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
^     Devotee  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Verfe  41,  58,   107. 
£  Haft  thou  not  fent  Talvaticn  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefl  thy  throne  f 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Verfe  12$,  42. 
5  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvaticn  fail ; 
C  bear  thy  fervant  up  : 
Nor  let  the  fco&lng  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope, 

Verfe  49,  74. 
4  DiJft  thou  not  raifemy  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  ; 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward.. 
And  trurt  as  well  as  fear, 

P  S  A  L   fvi     119.     Eleventh  Park 

Breathing  after  Holinefs. Verfe  5,  gif. 

i   /~\H  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
vJ'     To  keep  his  {Unites  flill"  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

Verfe  29. 
2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  hearty 


(      1%Z      ) 

Nor  let  my  ton°;u*  indulge  deceit^ 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Verfe  37,  36. 
$  From  vanity  tarn  o;i  ray  eyes  : 
Ltt  no  corru;  t  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Verfe  133. 
4  Order  my  footfleps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  fincere  : 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord,- 
And  keep  ray  confcicnce  clear. 

Verfe   176. 
j  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  a(uay> 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  {ince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way 
Refiore  thy  wand'ring  flieep. 

Veife  35. 
6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
>Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands> 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM     119.         Twelfth  Pare. 

Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance. 
Verfe  153. 
1  A  JEY  God,  conGder  my  diftrefs, 
1VJL     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  1  have  finn'd  againflthy  grace* 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 


(     *83     ) 

Verfc  39, 1 1 6. 
Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach, 

Which  1  fo  jnflly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes^ 

Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Verfe  122,   135. 
Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 

The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Verfe  82. 
My  eyes  with  expectation  fail  3 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
(i  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fuln% 

<(  And  bid  my  comforts  rife." 

Verfe  132. 
Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord^ 

And  fhow  thy  grace  the  fame  ; 
Thy  tender*  mercies  ftill  afford 

To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM     119.       Thirteenth  Part. - 
H/>iy  Fea*\  and  Tendernefs  ofConfcience.  Verfe  is 
[    I  I" 7  ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face^ 
*  O  let  me  never  ftray, 

From  thy  comman-.s,  O  god  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Gnner's  way, 

Verfe  1 1. 
&  Thy  word  IVe  plac'd  within  my  heart 
To  keep  my  conscience  clean^ 
Andb)  an  everlafling- guard 
^rorn  zv'ry  riling  fin.. 


(     *»4     > 

Verfe  63,  53,  15S. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows   rife, my  nature  faints,) 
When  men  iranfgrefs  thy  word. 

Verfe  161,  163. 

4  while  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  fouf  abhors  l  lying  tongue 
.But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Verfe  161,  120. 

5  My  heart    with  facred  rev'renoe  hears. 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  ftefli  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Verfe  166,  1  74. 

6  My  God,  I    long  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  ftill. 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight^ 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM     11.9.      Fourteenth  Fart. 

Benefit  of  Afflictions,  and  Support  under  them, 
Verfe  153,81,  82. 
1    /^ONSIDER  all  myforrows,  Lord, 
V..V     And  thy  dehVrance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ! 

Verfe  71. 
a  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ^ 


(    **5    ) 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law* 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Verfe  50^ 
g  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 
When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way^ 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Verfe  92. 
4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joies   were  fled, 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight* 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Verfe  75. 
jr  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  rightj 
Though  they  may  feem    fevere; 
The  fharpeftfart  'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Verfe  67. 
^  Before  I  know  thy  chaft'ning  rod. 
My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray.  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word. 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     119.     Fifteenth  Fart 

Holy  Refolution.- Verfe  93. 

1    /~\H  that  thy  ftatutes  evVy  hour, 
V^/   Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow?r0 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 


(     286     ) 

Verfe   15,  16. 
<a  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  ray  facet   employ  ; 
My  foul  (hall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Verfe  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge, 
From  lin  an.'  dan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet.  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Verfe  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  (hall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  words  tho'  kings  fhould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Verfe  6 1,  69,  70. 
_j  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight, 

Verfe  11  £. 
6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicke  «  race, 
Whoft.han  s  and  hearts  are  ill ; 
I  love  my  God,  I'  lor^his   ways, 
And  mud  obey  his  will. 
P  S   A  L   M     1 19.     Sixteenth  Part. 

Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. Verfe  25,  37* 

z       .  /]  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull  : 
LorJ, .give  me  1'fe  divine  ; 
From  vain  defies  aryl  ev'ry  luft 
Turn  oii  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 


(  m  ) 

I  need  the  influence  ot  thy  grace 

To  fj  ee-i  me  in  thy  way., 
Left  t  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 

Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Verfe  107. 
When  fore  affections  }  refs  me  down, 

I  need  ihy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word  t'at  I  have  refted  on 

Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 

Verfe  1  $6,  40- 
Are  not  thy  mercies  fov 'reign  fti  II, 

And  thou  a  faithful  Go-J  ? 
Wilt  thou  nor  grant  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heavmly  road  ? 

Verfe  159,40. 
Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 

Without  ealiy'ning  grace. 

Verfe  93. 
Then  fball  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I   have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM    119.     Seventeenth  Part.       Long  Metre, 
Grace  mining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials. 
Veife  143,  28. 
^7T  7HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
V  V     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diffdves  for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  (liength'aing  grace. 


....  Verfe5i,69,  113. 

&  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  fcoils  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  temwt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  .* 
Y4et  thy  comnuiios  I  ne'er  decline. 

.  Verfei6i,:S. 
g  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ! 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  iihame. 

PSAL   M       iip.  Lafl  Part. 

Sanclifieu  AmVtions  J  or,   Delight  in  the  Word  cf 

God. —Verfe  67,  59. 

i    T^ATHLR,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
J       How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod; 
That  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  Wand'ririg  foul  to  God  ! 

i  Foolifh  and  vain;  I  \#ent  aflray, 
Eie  1  ha>;  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guile,  and  loll  my  way  £ 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word; 

Verfe  71. 
3  JTis  crood  for  rne  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  prize  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
;Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  flrokf j 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well, 

Verfe  72. 
k  The  law  that  iflues  from  thy  mouth, 
>'!  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
r:         all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth> 
0.     :-~dt  hills  of  golden  ore. 


(       2?0       ) 

Verfe  73. 
Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame. 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name* 
Ana  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Verfe  74. 
Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvation  flhall  rejoice  5 
For  I  have  trufled  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     120.         Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours  ;  or,  a  de« 
vout  Wiih  for  Peace 
TT  HOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft, 

i    Pity  my  fuff'ring  (late  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

Hard  Jot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  cafl, 

Among  the  fons  offlrife, 
Whofe  never  ceaGng  quarrels  wafte 

My  golden  hours  of  life. 

5  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
.    How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 
In  fome  wild  lonefome,  wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

Peace  is  the  blelfmg  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
1  am  for  peace  ;   but  when  I  fpeak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 

K 


(      *<7*      ) 
5  New  paffions  flill  their  fouls  engage, 
And  keep  "f  heir  malice  ftrong  : ' 
"W  at  (h  '1  b<   done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  ievcuring  tongue! 

*j  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 
Strict  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  1  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 
PSALM     i*i.         Long    Metre. 
Divine  Protection. 
j  T  7P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

VlJ      Th'  eternal  hills  bey  on'  I  the  fkies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
*  He  lives,  the  everlaflmg  God 

That  built  the  worki,  (bat  :  oread  the  flood; 
The  iieav'ns,  with  all  their  holt  he  made, 
An;!  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiics  adorn  the  day  : 
He  threads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  iilent  hours  while  Ifra'i  ileeps. 

4  Ifra'i,  a  name  divinely  blefi, 
JVlay  rife  fecure,  fecurely  refi  ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  dumber,  nor  furprife. 

j  No  fun  (Ball  fmite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  hckly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  iio  baleful  flar 

!     Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 


(    *9*    ) 

$  Should  earth  and  hell  w>\h  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  ftill  rettosa  ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  hefinas'niy  c  re 
Defends  thy  life  from  ey*ry  fisaic. 

*j  On  the  foul  fpirits  hav?  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 
PSALM      I2i.  Common  Metre. 

PUfercation  by  Day  and  Night. 
I   rFO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

»  Their  ftedfaft  feet  mall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteil:  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  deep. 

g  He  will  fuftain  our  weakefl  pow?rs 
With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifiug  harm. 

4  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 
Thy  keener  is  the  Lord  i 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

^•hall  have  his  leave  to  (mite  ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 

From  biailing  damps  at  night. 
R  a 


C  ^f?  ) 

6  He  guards  tliy  foul,  He  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thicktii  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  (ecure  from    eath, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home, 

PSALM  iai.     As  the  148th  Piahr., 
God  our  Preferver. 
21    J  T  PWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\J    F'om  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  fkies,  * 

And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  fhall  never  flide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears, 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  {leep,  •' 

Shall  Ifra'l  keep 

When  dangers  rife. 

t  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
-   Nor  Hafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  rrly  health  away^ 
If  God  be  with  me  there ':  • 
Thou  att  my  fun,      '    - 
An d  thou  my  (bade, 
To  guard  my  head 
£y  night  or  sood> 


(     *93     ) 
IJafl  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  iave  ray  foul  from  death  ? 
Audi  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  i 

Pll  go  and  come, 

Nor  fear  to  die, 

Till  from  on  high 

Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM     122.     Common  Metre. 
«*  Going  to  Church. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 

"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 
I  love  the  gates^  I  love  the  road  | 

The  church  adorn'd  witji  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  (how  his  milder  face. 

Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknowa 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  fon  of  Ravid  holds  his  tkrone 

And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  j. 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the.finners  from  the  faints, 

We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conliant  gueft  !- 
With  holy  gifts,  and  heav'nly  grass, 

Bihsr-atftndantsblefl!  - 

'    15 


(  w  ) 

y  My  foul  fhal!  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  : 
There  my  belt  friends,  my  kindred  dweljj 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM      122.    Proper  Tune, 
Going  to  Church. 

i  T-J°^V  PleasM  and  b,efs'a  vvas  l> 

JL  jL  To  hear  the  people  cry, 

Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  ! 

Yes,  with  a*  cheerful  zeal, 

We  harte  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  theie  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

%  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

A'iorn'J  witk  vondjjpus  grace, 

And  walls  of  flrength  embrace  thee  round  y 
In  thee  cur  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  ^ralle,  and  heac 

Thefacred  gofpePs  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fjxM  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  sr.nce  and  judgment  there  ; 
He  bids  the  uin is  be  glut!, 
He  makes  the  tinner  fad, 

AndiMimble  fouls  rejoice  wdth  f::.  f 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

*f  o  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ; 
T!ie  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe. 

A  thou&ad  bl^flibgs  on  hi;n  red} 


(•     *95    ) 
j  ^\y  torr.-':-  repeats  her  vows, 
Peace  ro  u.isfacred  houfe  ! 

Fov  here  my  friends  and  kiadred  dwell ; 
And  fince  my  glorious  God 
jVUkes  thee  his  bleft  abot'e, 

My  foul  (hall  ever  love  thee  well. 

[Repent  the  4th  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune^. 

P  S  A   L»  M     123.         Common  Metre. 
Pleading  with  Submiflion. 

OT'vi-i  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
i:  Mihron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

*  As  feivam^s  watch  their  mailer's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  flroke  ! 
Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  (land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

So  for  our  (ins  we  juftly  fed 
Tf-y.'Tcipline,  OGod  ; 
Yet  wait'  C\e  gracious  moment  ftill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live 
Our  Hjatly  groans'  deride, 
And  thy    flays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

f  our  foe*  infah  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  comoainon  lies  ; 
This  thought  mall  bear  our  fpirits  upj 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 


(     *9<>     > 
PSALM     124.         Common  Meiic. 
God  gives  Victory. 
$   T'TAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
J"l      When  hofts  againft  us  rofe, 
Difplay'd  his  veng'ance  from  above, 
And  cruuVd  the  concju'ring  foes  ; 

1  Their  armies  like  a  raging  flood 
Had  fwept  the  guarcilefs  land, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  bkii  abode, 
And  whejm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  i*fe  beneath  his  Threading  mield 

Hil\fons  fecurefy  reft, 
Defy  tne  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bear  the  fearlefs  bread. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  mail  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  ; 
"Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murdVing  fvvord. 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

%  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name. 

Who  form'd  the  heav'ns  above  : 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rous  frame 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM     125.         Common  Metre. 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety. 
a  UNSHAKEN  as  thefacred  hill, 
And  firm  as  mountains  (land, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  mall  reft, 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

<%  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  welj 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 


(     *91     ) 

Asthofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fuiarting  fcourga 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compaflion  will  afTuagc 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4.  Deal  gently,  Ldrdxwith  fouls  fincere^ 
And  jea  I  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  Paradife, 
Where  Chrift  the  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firftto  hell, 
Shall  finite  his  follow'rs  too, 

PSALM     135.         SJirart  Mefp. 
The  Saint's  Trial  an  .1  Safety  ;    or,  rooutraied  Af- 

Unions. 
J    TJ'IRM  and  unmov'd  are  tfiey, 
X      That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mci:n'  wberp  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  a  Dixie. 

2  As  mountains  ftpo  I  to  guard 

The  CJty^s 
So  God  an  "gj11?  'iOV~ 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  tho'the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaflihng  ftroke, 
Yet  left  it  woun  I  their  rouls  too  desjx. 
Its  fury  {hall  be  broke, 


(     *9*     ) 

peal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Proclaim  their  hearts  (incere. 

Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 
The  God  oi  lfra'l  will  fupport 

His  children,  left  they  faim. 

But  if  our  flavifli  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muft  expecl  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM     126.         Long  Metre. 
Surprjfing  Deliverance. 

WHEN  God  retloiM  our  captive  fiate, 
Joy  was  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme* 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appearM  a  pleaQng  dream. 

Thefcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  mout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vaniili  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

The  man  that  in  his  furrow'J  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  mout  to  fee  the  harv-fl  yield 
fy  Welcome  lead  of  joyful  meaves. 


(     *99     ) 
PSALM     126.     Common  Metre, 

The  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Convert! on  ;  or,   Melan- 
choly remoter 

3  I  T  7  HEN  God  reveal'J  his  gracious  name, 
Vt        Andchang'd  my  mournful  tlate, 

My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleat ng  dream, 
The  grace  appearM  fo  great. 

S|  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  coofefs  : 
My  tongue. broke  out  in  unknown  (bains, 
And  fungfurpriGng  grace. 

2  u  Great  is  the  work, ,?  my  neighbours  cry'd* 
And  own'd  the  power  divine  ; 
i{  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  re[ly'd, 
<<  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darken  ikies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night  ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  foirow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

j  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  waft 
Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  (hall  confefs  their  fheaves  are  great* 
An  J  ihout  the  blei'lmgs  home. 

^  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dull, 
It  lhan't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loll^ 
£01;  grase  iDfures  the  crop* 


(    s°°    ) 

P  S  A  h  M     127.       Long  Metre. 

The  Bleilings  of  God  on  the  Buiinefs  and  Comforts 

of  Life. 

1  |F  Gocl  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft, 
.1*  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep. 

2  What  tho'  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  «!one, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  ftiun  that  poverty  we  dread  : 

3  'Tisall  iqvain,  till  God  hatlrblcft, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  usreft.; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ilill  depe'nds 
Our  joy  iu  children  and  in  ii  leads. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  heTemls 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  I 
How  fweet  our  daily  comfort*:  prove, 
"When  they  arefeafon'd  with  his  love. 

F  S  A  L  M     127.         Common  Metre. 
God  All  in  All. 
*    IF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
*     The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

ft  Before  the  morning  beams -arife., 
Your  'pajjnfui  work  renew, 
And  till  the  flats  afc-nd  the  ikic^ 
Xour  tirefbme  toil  purfue. 


C    3Q\     } 

?  Short  be  your  fieep,  and  coaife  your  fare  ; 
In  vaitv  till  God  has  bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  (hall  have  food  and  reft.  ' 

4  Nor  children,  relatives  nor  friends, 
'      -  Shall  real  bleilmgs  prove, 
Noral}    the1  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  lent  without  his- love. 
P  S  A  L  M-    128.         Common  Metre* 
Family  BleiTings. 

2  f*\  Happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill 'J 
•   \J     With  zeal  and  rev'iend  awe? 

His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  lav?. 

3  A  careful  providence  (hall  Hand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  ble'mngs  [Led. 

3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  I^prd  fhall  thy  bed  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come  : 
The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill^ 
Shall  fend  thee  bleffings  home. 

j  This  is  i.he  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
•       Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fte  the  (inking  church  arife, 
*  Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


(      3°*     ) 

PSALM  My  Com.  Metre. — Perfecutors  Punifhed. 
I    I  ]  P  from  my  youth,  may  lfra?l  fay, 
Have  I  been   nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  gneis  were  conftaat  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

%  Up  from  my  youth,  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  ions  of  ftrife  ; 
Oft  they  affailM  my  riper  ape, 
But  God  prefer vM  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel   darfc 

Its   painful   wounds   imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting   heartj 
Nor  let  my  forrows   reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunJers  roll  ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Z  on  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

$  Thus  rha.ll  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 
Be  blafted  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  ail  their  profpecls  die. 

*j   [What  tho*  they  fiourifh  tall  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  (ball  perifh  indefpair, 
And  lie  defpis?d  in  death. 


(     3^3     ) 
8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-tcp  fland,- 
No  hope  oU.aiveft  gires  ; 
The  rea]    i  ne'er  (hail  nil  his  hands, 
•he  iheaves.] 
PSALM  j.         Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  Grace. 
i   f^\  UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  ciiilrefs, 
v^      The  borders  of  defpaur, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feck  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  thou!  1  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flei'h  could  (land. 

3  But  there  are  par  Ions  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  : 
Thy  Son  lias  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

VV  id\  ftrong defires  I  wait  ; 
My  fou!,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

>    [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  ikits, 
Watch  the  fir  it  beams  ci  breaking  Irhr, 
And  meet  :a  their  ejes  : 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
And  more  intent  thas  they  : 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of:':;  facei 
Aad  fioiis  a  brighter  day.] 


';  Then  m  the  Lord  let  Ifra'l  truf!; 
-   Let  Ifra'l  feek.his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  Tinners  long  enflav'd  ;    • 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  .fra'J  (ball  be  favM. 
PSA  L  M     130.         Long  Metre. 
I  1    Pardoning  Grace.  , 

1  T7ROM,*;eep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thought?, 
X        To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 
Jf  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

No  fiefh  can  (land  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  fo  difpenfethy  pardons  there, 
Th^t  tinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
Arc!  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benigh^d  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  with  for  breaking  day  5 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  tnjfl  is  fix'd  upon  -thy  word, 

Nor  ILall  I  truft  thy  word  in.  vain  '.  t 
Let  mourning  fouls  a:ldrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his.  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  qur  feet  from  finfui  ways, 
And  pardons  what  cur  hands  have  dene. 


(    3°;   ) 

PSALM     131.         Common  Metre. 
Humility  and  Submiflion 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heatt  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

%  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  flill> 
And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind> 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 

Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM      132.     Verfe  5,  13  —  18.      Long  Metre. 

At  the  Settlement  of  a  Church 

of  a  Minifler. 

1  U7  HERE  (hall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

V  n  habitation  for  our  God  ? 

A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind  ; 
Among  the  fons  of  flefb  and  blood  \ 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
Am  S'on  is  his  dwelling  Gill  ; 
His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft. 

3  Here  I  wili  Hx  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  fbail  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known,. 
And  biedings  fliuU  attend  my  word. 

S 


(    306    ) 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ; 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 

With  fweet  provisions  fh.-U  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,  and  cl.oth'd  with  grace, 
My  prielts,  my  miniilers  fliail  {Line  ; 

Not  Aaron  in  his  coflly  drefs 
Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine  : 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  fhall  (bout  and  (mg  : 
The  Son  of  David  here  (hall  reign, 
Anu  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

J   [Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  {c^d 

Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crowu  (h  ill  flourifh  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  clothM  with  fhame.] 

PSALM  13s.  Ver.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15,  17.  C.  ftfeti^ 
A  Church  eflabliihed. 

I   r^wTOileep  no;  (lumber  to  his  eyes 
|_  L  ^1      Good  Davi;,  could  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  ikies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

3  The  Lord  in  Z'on  plac'd  his  name, 
His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 
And  there  th'  aiTcmbled  nation  came 
To  worship  thrice  a  year. 

5  We  trace  no  more  thefe  to i Home  way 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
"VYhere'er  thy  peopl*-  mm  for  praife^ 
There  is  4  houfe  fbrGou.] 


(     3*7     > 
Pause. 

4  Arjfe,  O  King  of  grace,  ari/ej, 

An d  enter  to  thy  reft  : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  ejc$A 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  hofuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here  mighty  God,  accept  our  vowsA 

Here  let  thy  pruife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  orovifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Con  of  David  reign., 

Let  God's  anointed  fnine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain* 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

S.  Here  let  him  hold  a  iafting  throne* 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  hcnovrs  ihall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  £hame  confound  his  foes. 

P  S  A  L  M      333.         Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  Love. 
1    T     O  !■  what  an  entertaining  fight 
JL^   Thofe  frieac  ly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  b&odf  unite, 
Cf  harmony  and  love  ! 

5  Where  uVeams  of  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fpring 
Pefcend  oa  eyVy  foul  a 


(    3°8    ) 

And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev 'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  rnildeft  glory  {hews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     133.         Short  Metre. 
Communion  of  Saints  ;  or,  Love  and  Worfliip  \a 

a   Family. 
I    jDLEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whofe  kind  defgns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Thro'  all  their  actions  run. 

a  Blt-fl:  is  the  pious  ho>:fe 

Where  zeal  and  friendihip  meef, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

g  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pou:'o  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro' all  bis  raiment  fpread* 
.  nd  pleafure  fi!I'u  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hijls 
The  faints  arc  blefl  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diflils,  J 

And  all  the  air  is  love.  /) 


(     S°9    ) 

PSALM     133.         As  the  i22d  Pfaiifi, 
The  Bleffings  of  Friendihip. 

HOW  ^leafant  'tis  to  fee 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  fympathifmg  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  lcve- 

'Tis  like  an  ointment  (hed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Hvindy  rich,  divinely  fweet '; 

The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 

Diffus'd   a  choice  perfume, 
an  thro'  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet- 

Like   fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
tefcending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 

Such  itreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Thro'ev'ry  friendly  foul. 
Vhere  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

[Repeat  the  irft  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tune^J 

PSALM     134.       Common  Metre* 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion. 

YE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  lights 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 

S  * 


(     3**    ) 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  (tarry  iky. 

g  the  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fweliing  feas. 

PSALM  135.  Verfe  1-4,  14,  19-21.  F.  Part.  L. 

The  Church  is  God's  Houfe  and  Care. 
1   T)RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
Jl        While  in  the  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Orftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

%  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 
Ifra'l  he  chofe  ofold,  and  rti!l 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  theforrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Tnio*  ev'ry  age  the- Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th*  oppreflbr's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  furPring  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

j  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 


(     3ii     ) 

S  A  L  M     135.     Ver.  5—12.  Second  Part^ 
he  works  of  Creation,  Providence,  Redemption  of 
Ifraei,  and  Deftru&ion  of  Enemies. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  $ 
What'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 
Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnisgs  flafh,  the  thunders  roar  %  > 

He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 

And  tempeft  from  his  airy  {lore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  ftubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firft- born,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  (lew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifra'l,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  (lave. 

His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace^ 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoflate  angels  fell. 

PSALM.     135.        Common  Metre. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  Idols. 
A  WAKE,  ye  faints  :    To  praife  your  King 

Your  fweeteft  paffions  raife, 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increasing,  with  the  praife. 
& 


(     3*1     ) 

1  Great  is  the  Lord ;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  il ill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 
He  bi.is  the  vapours  rife  ; 
Lightning  and  florm  at  his  command 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  Ikies. 

4.  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd* 
is  loun.   with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  go  is  fhoul  J  ne'er  be  naiiv*d 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  ftocks  and  ltones  they  truft, 

Can  give  them  (how'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glittering  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  Their  go.  s  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove* 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
Their  feet  were  never  form'.i  to  move, 
Nor  han  s  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  thtir  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  }  ray  ; 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
A'e  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  •>. 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there, 


(     3i3     ) 

PSALM      136.        Common  Metres 
God's  Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence,  Redemp- 
tion of  Ifrael,  an  1  Salvation  of  his  Peo  le. 
1    f~>  IVE  thanks  to  Gol,  the  fov'reign  Lord  ; 
V  T   His  mercies  {Till  endure  ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

S  What  wonders  hath  his  wiHom  done  ? 
How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth  an  ;  fea  he  fram'i  alone  X 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  ; 

How  bright  his  counfels  (nine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night; 
His  works  are  ail  divine  \ 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  : 

How  -dreadful  is  his  rod  ! 
And  thence  Wttkjoz  his  peo-ple  led  ; 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  (welling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might ; 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffige  thro' ; 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  5 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'defert  ground  5 
Eternal  is  his  praife. 

*j  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  5 
Victorious  is  his  fword   ; 

s  4 


(     3*4     ) 
While  Ifra'l  took  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 

&  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  (in  ;. 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  the  ftare  the  world  was  in  ! 
,How  bonndlefs  was  his  love  ! 

€)  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
And  ftill  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God  the  heav'nly  King  ; 
His  mpiciesftill  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 
His  truth  is  ever  fare. 

PS,  A  L  M  136.     As  the  148th  Tfalm. 
I    A  "'•  IVE  thanks  to  God  moil  higH* 
\  JL   The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  foy?reign  King  of  kings  ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  (lill  the  lame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  prai'e. 

%  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  won ders  hath  he  done! 
He  formM  the  earth  and  ^2s? 
Ai'-.l  fnread  the  lieav'as  alone*. 

mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  aid  endure  ; 
An  1  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word* 


(    3»5    ) 

His  wifJom  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. ' 

He  fmote  the  firft-born  Tons, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  mil  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 
His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red-fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'rous  pailage  thro'. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame, 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hofts  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifra'l  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ftill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 


Pause. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  feel 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Fofleffion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  flill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Haveendlefs  praife. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
All  perifliingin  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  flare 
The  ruinM  world  was  in.. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

<p  Hefent  his  only  Son, 
To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death  ^ 
And  ev?ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  en  clefs,  praife. 

^o  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King  ; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
|lis  works  and  glories  fing.  ' 


(  m   ) 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM     136.     Abridged.   Long  Mtfre. 
1   Q.IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  long. 

%  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lores  renown. 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  * 
His  mercies  ever  mail  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  mors, 

g  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bi  !s  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  (hall  endure, 
When  funs  and  moons  mail  mine  no  more* 

£  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  land  % 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
Iff  hen  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  mare, 


(     3««     ) 

•j  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  ciaiknefs,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong.  . 

t  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  rro  more. 

PSALM     137. 
The  Babylonim  Captivity. 
A  LONG  the    banks  where   Babel's    current 
■**  flows, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence  firay'd, 
While  Zions'  fall  in  fad  rememb'ranre  rofe, 
Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we  ftrung, 

When  ,  raifeemploy'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the  lay, 
In  mournful  fiience  0:1  the  willows  hung, 

And  gcowing  g'iefprolong'd  the  tedious  day» 

3  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With  taunting  fmile  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  ; 
Bid  facred  praife  in  fireams   melodious  How  ; 
W.'iile  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 

Shall  Ifra'l's  fons  a  fong;  of  Zion  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  lerretHal  throne, 

1  hou  lana  oi  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife  ! 

c  If  e'er    ray  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  negleel  my  kindred  race, 


(    3*9    ) 

Let  dire  deflru&ion  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 
My  hand  (hall  perifh  and  my  voice  (hall  ceafe. 

Yet  /hall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls., 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 

His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
Andrajfe  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM     138. 

Reftoring  and  Preferving  Grace. 
1    ^T?ITH    all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  toogofc 
VV       I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  (hall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

3  [Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  car$ 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
"While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fkies.] 

3  I'll  fingthy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  i 
Ke  heard  me,  and  fbbduJd  my  foes  : 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffus'J  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  Goja  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorqs  the  gieat^ 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouh  tluit  trull  his  graca* 


(  v°  y 

Amidft.  a  thoufand  fnares  I  Hand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  ftom  (ins  ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 
S  A  L  M     139.        Fiift  Part.  Long,  Metre, 
The  All- Seeing  God. 

IORD,  thou  hall  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro*  J 
-J-     Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  vie.w 
3Vty  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flem  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own,. 
Are  to  my  God  diftinclly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftaud, 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  Hill  with  God. 

Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  f 
VVhat  large  extent  !   what  lofty  height  I 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpeel  loft. 

O  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTcfs  my  breaft3 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 


(     3**     ) 
Pause      Fiift. 
6  Could  I  fo  fal(e,fofaithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  (hunj. 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

*]  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  fright, 

?Tis  there  thou  dwell'fl  enthron'd  in  light  5 
Or  dive  to  hell,    there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  fatan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weftern  fea, 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firit  arrive, 
And  there  arreft  thy  fugitive. 

O  Or  mould  I  try  to  fnun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpieading  veil  of  night,. 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft>. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  pafhons  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause      Second. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

ino  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching- eyes  5 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon, 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  thee  5 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpfo 
&nd  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 


(     3**     > 

13  O  may  tliefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  breaft, 
Where'er  I  rove,  were'er  I  reft  ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

PSALM     139.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

The  wonderful    Formation  of  Man. 
l  'Hp  WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
Jl        A  work  of  iuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  (nine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  (kill  divine. 

0  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confuUon  lay  : 
Thou  faw'it  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft  to  (Low  my  Maker's  name, 
God  flamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  infome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finifh'd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  pallions  of  the  man  ; 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 

I've  acted  on  life's  bu(y  ftage, 


3*3     ) 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmcunt> 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  Chore* 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefeon  my  heart  are  flill  irapreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  ray  eyes  to  refl1  5 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poiTefs  my  mind. 

PSALM    139.      Third  Part.      Long  Metre* 
Sincerity  profeis'd*    and  Grace  tried  ;    or,  The 
Heart- fearching  God. 
l    T^/fYGod,  wh&t  inward  grief  I  feel, 

L  v  A   When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  Trill  ! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremenduous  name  in  vain* 

d  Does  not  my  foul  cieteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee* 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought. 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not, 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  II n  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  dray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfecl  way, 


(    3*4    ) 

HALM  139.      FirflPart.     Com.  Metre, 

God  is  every  where. 

3  IN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
■"■  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 

To  (hun  thy  prefence  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

£  Thy  all  furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways> 
And  fecrets  of  my  bread. 

g  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  he, 
Enclos'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

X  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  flill, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  illj 
Secur'd  by  lov 'reign  love. 

Pause. 
6  Lord,  where  (hall  guilty  fouls  retire 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire* 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne* 

5  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 


(    V5    ) 
Thy  voice  WQulft  break  the  bars  of  deatlij 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 

If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fiy  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  rrtufl  fupport  my  flighty 

Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

If  o'er  my  Ens  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 

Would  turn  the  {hades  to  light. 

a  The  Beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour* 

Are  bothalike  to  thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow?r> 
From  which  I.  cannot  flee. 

5ALM    i$n,       Second  Part.'    Common  Metr?; 

The  Wifdom  ef  God  in  the  formation  of  Man. 

WHEN  I  with  pleaGng  wonder  (land 
nd  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  t  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofleft, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifJomall  my  features  trac'dj 

And  all  my  members  drew. 

Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part ; 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  lai$ 

Was  copyM  by  thy  art, 

T 


(    3*6    ) 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  Tea,  and  fire  and  wind, 

Show  me  thy  wond'rous  fkill ; 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  Hill. 

5  Thy  avvfyl  glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lord,  tc  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles'of  grace. 

PSALM  139.  Ver.  14,  17,  18.  Third  Part.  C.  iV 
The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  Evening   Pfalm. 
I    TT    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
jL_j     They  (hike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  allthefands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

a  My  fitfh  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands, 
The  product  oY thy  fldll, 
And  hourly  blemngs  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  ileep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 
P  S  A  L   M      140.         Common  Metre. 
1   "OROTECT  us>  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ; 

JL        Behold  our  riling  woes, 
i    We  trull  alone  thy  pow'rlul  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 

£  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart* 
Th#ir  thoughts  are  fuil  of  guile  ; 


(     3*7     ) 

While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 

Supplies  our  conitant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 
Thy  heavenly  truth  extend, 

And  nations  tafle  thy  heav'nly  grace^ 
And  all  delufionend. 

With  daily  bread  the  poorfupply, 

The  caufe  of  juflice  plead  ; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 

With  Chriit  the  glorious  head- 

PSALM     141.     Ver.  2,—S-  Long  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  and  Brotherly  Love. 

A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalni. 

5  Tt  /T  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JVJL     Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe* 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  evening  facriftce. 

%  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord^ 
From  ev'ry  ram  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  iinners  lead.   . 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  flray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  fheda 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer,  my  head* 

T* 


(     5*3     ) 

4  When  I  behold  thera  preft  with  gmfy 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relii-i" ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM  142.  Common   Metre. 
God  is  the  Hope  of  the  He:; 
4   nrO  God  I  made  my  forrow   Vnowi;. 
•J-       From  God  I  fought  re'  i  :i ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  l;  'one 
I  pour'd  put  alt  my  grief. 

^  My  foul  was  overwhelm- d  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who.  all  my  feurdea  knows., 
Beholds  the  way  I  take* 

3  On  cv'ry  fide,  I  cad  rryne  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers-  gone, 
While  friends  and  Grangers  pali  me  b^ 
Neglecled  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry; 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
te   Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  B,e  thou  my  refuge  here. 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
An  1  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  kr.ov/ 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 

£  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free. 
Then  mail  I    p raife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  mall  join  with  ;.. 
3fhy  kindnefj  $0  proclaim. 


C   &®  ) 

TJ  3  A  L  M     i  43.  Long.  Metre. 

Complaint  of  heavy  Afflictions  in  Mind  and  Bodjr. 

1   T\/f  Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
***     Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad.. 
And  err  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

3  Let  judgment  not  againfl  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  ; 
Should  juflicecaU  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

5  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me  5 
Down  to  the  duff  my  life  is  brought^ 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

^  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
JVlys. heart  is  defolate  within  : 
My  thoughts  in  mufingfilence  trace. 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

1  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  lands  for  raio* 

^  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

1  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 

Will  Gnk  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave  ; 
My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  £ 

Make  haile  to  help  before  I  die. 


(     33°     ) 
%  The  night  is  wjtnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftreffing  paius,  dtflreflmg  fears  ; 

0  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary  poWVs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  clay, 
And  wear,  the  tirefome  hours  away, 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhow* 
The  paths  in  which  my  feet  fhould  go  ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

1  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God» 

3 1   Teach  me  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conducl  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  (hall  my  foul  no  more  complain^ 
The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  flefli  that. was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never   vex  my  fpirit  more. 
PSALM   144.  Part   I.    Ver.   1,   2.  Com.  Metre, 

Afidlance'and  vielory  in  the  fpiritual  YVarfare. 
2    In  OR  ever- bleifed  be  the  Lord, 
My  Saviour  and  my  (Lield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  mc  for  the  field 

fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
makes  my  foul  his  care  ; 
jfia  me  ia  the  heav'nly  fight, 
.nd  guards  me  thro'  the  war*  " 


(     33"     ) 
<5  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
iVly  fainting  hopes  (hall  raife  ; 
He  makes. the  glorious  vicVry  mine> 
And  his  thai!  be  the  praife. 

PSALM  144.  Part  II.  C.  M.  Ver.  3,  4,5,  fe 
The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  the  Condefceniion  of  God* 
t    1       ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  ictble  man, 

A^J     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 

His    life  a  fliadow,   light  and  vain, 
Still  haft'ning  to  the  dufh 

$  G  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  finruj  race. 

That  God  fhould  make  it  his  Concern 
To  viut  him  with  grace  ! 

5  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down* 
Who  (hakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awfirl  frown  ! 
How  woad'roiis  is  his  love  ! 
PSALM   144.  Part    Hi..  U'M:   Ver.    i2— ijr, 

Grace  above  ricnes  ;  or,  the  happy  Nation. 
l   1LJAPPY  the  dry,  wh^Q  th-ir  Ions 
J.  .1      Like  pufars  round  a  pafacd  let, 
Airi  daughters  br*-^ht  as  polidrd   Hones 
Give  drength  and  beauty  to  the  f:ate. 

Happy  the  Farid  in  culture  drefs'd 

Whofe  floc&s  an.J  corn  have  large  increafs  ; 

Where  men  fccureiy  work  or  red, 
Nor  fans  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

g   Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd 
J&u t  in q r e  d i y  i n e  1  f  b left  a r e  t h ofe , 
T4 


i    S3*    ) 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfclf  with  all  his  grace  bellows. 

P  S  A  L  M  145.     Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God 
i  "\/fY  God,  ray  King,  thy  various  praife 
JLVX     Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  j 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 
1  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fliall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  {hall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

5  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 

Thy  bounty  flows  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 

Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  (low, 

But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 
4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine, 

And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  ; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 

The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

Let  diflant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceifion  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 
3  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds, 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ! 
^aft  and  immoital  be  thy  praife ! 


(•    533     ).  f, 

PSALM  145.  Ver.  1  —  7,  n  — 13,  Part  I.— CM. 
TheGreatnefsofGod. 

1  LONG  as  I  live  III  blefs  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown^ 

And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 

I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  3 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facredfong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  {hall  teach  thy  name 

And  children  learn,  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

j  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall. through  the  world  be  known  ;     • 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heavYJy  itate 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love; 
Anl  thine  eietaal  kingdom  (lands, 

Tho:  rocks  and  hills  remove.  , 

P  S  A  L  M  14c.    Part  II.  C,  M.  Ver.    7,  StcJ 

TheGoodnefsofGod. 
i    CWEET  is  the  n-.em'ry  of  thy  g-?ce, 
U     Uf  Gcd,  my  heav'nly  KicgY 


(     534     ) 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  founds  of  glory  ling. 

&  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodnefs    to  the  fkies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  ftjinee 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  with  longing  eyts  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  • 

IJow  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

t  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 
Thy  pow.'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  that  tafle  thy  richer  grace.* 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM  145.  Ver.  14, 17,  Sec.  Part.  III.  C.  M. 

Mercy  to  Sufferers  ;    or,  God     hearing    Prayer. 
1    T  £T  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
Thou  fov 'reign  Ldrd  of  all  ; 
Thy  fhength'ning  hands  uphold   the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

1  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diflreft 
Beneath  feme  proud  oppreffor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'fl  the  mourners  red. 


2 


{     335     ) 
The  Lordfupports  our  finking  days* 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  j ufl  are  all  his  ways, 

And  ali  his  words  are  truth. 

He  knows  the  pain  his  fervan ts  feel^ 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  beft  wifhes  to  fulfil. 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh.. 

His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fin  cere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whefe  humble  love  B 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

[His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fhall  flay5 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 

But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  /hall  fayx 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

[My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  his  praife> 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  5 
Let  all  thefons  of  Adam  raiie 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

PSALM.    14$.     Long    Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truth, 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  mail  jou%. 
In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

Praife  {hall  employ  my  noblefl  -pow?r*a 
While  immortality  endures  ; 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pafh 
^Jiile  life^and  ihQu§htA  and  bei.?.g  !a£-«^ 


(     X*    ) 

Why  flhould  I  make  a  man  my  truil  I 
Princes  mud  die  and  turn  to  dull  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  powV, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

Happy  the  man,  whofe    hopes  rely 
On  If'ral's    God  ;  He  made  the  fry, 
And  earth  and  feas,  with  ail  their  train, 
And  none  mail  find  his  promife  vain. 

His  truth  forever  frauds  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor  ;. 
He  fends  the  labYing  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

The  Lord  to  fight  reflores.  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  Granger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 
He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well  ; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  cverlafiing  flrains. 

PSALM    146..    As  the  1.1th  Pfalm. 
Praife  to  God  for  hisGoodnefs  and  Truth, 

I 'i  L  praife  My  Maker  with  my  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 
Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
IVty  days  of  praife  fhall    ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  trufl  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  tv)  dull  £ 


(     347     ) 

Vain  i^    the  help  of  flefh  and  bleed  i 
'Ttnir  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow^r. 
And  thoughts  all  vanim  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

§  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
!   On  IfraTsGod  :   He  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  ail  their  train  ! 
His  truth  forever  ltands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  opprelt,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 
4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  5 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  conference  peace  ': 
He  helps  the  H  ranger  in  diitrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fvveet  releafs, 

e  He  loves  his  faints3  he  knows  them  well  :_ 
-  But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  : 
Let  evVy  tongue  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 
Piaife  him  in  everlading  (train?. 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breathy 
And  when  my  voice  is  loll  in  death, 

Praife  lhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  r 
My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  lifr^and  thought,  and  being  la^ 

Qi  i:nnK>rtality  endure^ 


(     3*3     ) 

PSALM     147.     Firft    Part.     Long  Metre. 

Tfje  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  "TJR  AISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raife. 
JL        Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  flubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names,^ 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  alj  our  thoughts  are  drown'd*. 

£  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might  ; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 
Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  cloud  around  the  fky  J- 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain* 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 

And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn<; 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  farce, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
Thefprightly  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 
AH  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 


(     329     ) 
;8  But  fafnts  are  lovely  in  his  Gght  ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  iear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 
PSALM      147.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Summer  and  Winter. 
1  T  ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
For  Tweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

q.  Our  children  live  fecure  and  bleft  ; 
Our  ihores  have  peace  our  cities  reft  ; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineit  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleflings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringlng  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  flrews  the  ground  ; 
His  haildefcehds  with  dreadful  found  ; 
His    icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bijs  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  difiblve?,  the  waters  flow, 

.  But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways. 
To  cali  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  Thro'  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  fhown  5 
His  gofpel  thro'  the  nation  known, 

He   hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  hind  ;  Praife  ye    the  Lord* 


:i 


(     24®     ) 
5ALM  147  Ver.  7—9,  13—18.  C.  Metre* 
The  feafon  of  rhe  year. 
i    T  TE7ITH  fongs  and  honour  founding  loud, 
Audrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleffings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  \he  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  rallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meatj 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  : 
But  man  who  tafles  his  finefl  wheat 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fleady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  ffiort  his  race^ 
And  wintVy  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft;  [iis  fleecy  fnoV^ 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  J 
The  liquid  il reams  forbear  to  flow. 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  florcs  on  high 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  Got!  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

He  fen  s  his  word  and  melts  the  fuow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


(    34*    ) 

The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud. 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     148.        Proper  Metfe, 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Creatures. 
I;  *V7"E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas  >. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife, 
Ye  holy  throng, 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 

Ye  floods  on  high, 

And  clouds  that  fly 

In  empty  air. 

The  (Lining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  fland, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

Hefpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came 

1>  praife  the  Lord. 


(   .34*    ) 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  uoknown  ages  paft, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils. 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  difl  'rent  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wond'rcus  name, 
And  fpeak  his  praife. 

P    A    V    S    EV. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  mongers  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleaves  the  feas>> 
Or  in  their  bolbm  deep; 

From  fea  to  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

€  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnowy 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  fhine 

Or  thunders  roar, 

Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  Ikies, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ;. 


(    M   > 

Bean's  wild  and  tame, 
B  irds,  flies  and  worms,. 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 

$  Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honours  fing : 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  ftate 

Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fuprenie. 

$/  Virgins  and  youths  engage 
To  found  his1  praife  divine*. 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  : 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  name  be  fung 

By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlefs  {trains. 

BO  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  5 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love: 

While  earth  and  fky 

Attempt  his  praife. 

His  faints  (hall  rai(e 

His  honours  high. 


(     344    ) 
J  S  A  L  M  148.     Paraphrafed.     Long  Metre. 

Univerfal  Praife  to  God. 
X  T     OUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

J j  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell  *•: 

Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.  This  Pfalin  may  be  fung  to  the  Tune  of  the 
old  i!2th  or  127th  Pfalm,  ifthefe  two  Lines, 
be  added  to  every  Stanza,  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 
[Otherwife  it  mult  be  fung  to  the  ufua^ 
Tunes  of  the  Long  Metre. 

%  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns> 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  firains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terror*  be.. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  fhining  blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O-fun,  and  telV 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'J  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempefls  and  his  fame, 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name. 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree> 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  an  rolling fea 

la  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 


(    3+Jr    ) 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  fkill  ; 
Ye  vallies  link  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  flcy. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks>  and  (lately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beads,  in  difPrent  (trains  ; 
The  lamb  mull  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 
Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice  ; 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cut  theftreara 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  rings  ? 
Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings  } 

20  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word ! 
Oh  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 
But  faints  who  belt  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 

.  \z  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Waich Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord: 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Sing  HaUelujah'i  to  the  Lord. 


(  346  ) 

V  S  A  L  M      148.         Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife. 
t    T    ET  evVy  creature  join 
X-i  To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Yc  heav'nly  hoft  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

a  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
Aad  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  (tarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'rand  glory  (how. 

5  Wind,  hail,    and  flafliing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  worlds  above 

His  honours  be  exprefl  ; 
But  faints  that  tafle  his  favinglove 
Should  ling  his  praifts  heft. 

Pause     Firft. 
*j  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  then*  Maker  praife  : 
Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  wciks  below, 
And  moufRers  of  the  feas. 


(     347     ) 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky, 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  higti^. 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

nd  tamer  beails  that  graze^ 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  jour  praife. 

IP  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear ; 
Or  fit  on  fiovv'ry  boughs  and  fing' 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye  reptile  myriads  join, 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies  in  beaut'ous  forms  that  fhiae^ 
His  wond'rous  fkill  proclaim. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  know  his-  heav'nly  grace^ 
Should  le^rn  to  praife  him  beft. 

Pause    Second*. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  -ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hanaV 
Whence  all  your  honours  tyring. 

14  Letvig'rous  youth  engage 

To  lound  his  praifes  high  j 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age  j. 
Their,  feebler  vc-ices  try. 


(  a+8   > 

15  United  zeal  be  fhown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blefl  j 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  Gng  his  praife s  beft. 
PSALM     149.         Common  Metre. 
Praife  God,  all  his  Saints  ;  or,   the  Saints  judging 

the  World, 
x     \  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
Jl\   And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhow. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft  j 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
The  meek  t'nat  lies  defpis'd  in  duft 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4~Saints  fhould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 
E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 
Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  ; 
And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  fop£s, 
'J'he  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 


(    S49    ) 

6  When  Chriil  his  judgment- feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron-rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel ; 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God* 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

S  The  royal  doners,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumph  fhall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  150.    Ver.  1,2, 6.     Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Praife. 

1  I N  Go^'s  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
•*  His  grace  he  there  reveals ;, 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife^ 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  pafliens  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds, 

I  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your.  Maker  blefr ;. 
Ytt  when  my  voice  expires  in  death^ 
My  foul  /hall  praife  him  beft. 


(     $&     ) 
The    CHRISTIAN    DOXOLOGY. 


Long  Metre. 

•pO  God  the  Father,  Go:!  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  eanh,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

T  ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre, 
where  the  Tune  includes  two  Stanzas. 

i   HTHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  ueath, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new -creating  breath. 
1  To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all-divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one,. 
Let  Saints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

V"E  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
Aadblefs  the  Spirit  toov 


(     3J*     ) 
As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
V  OW  to  the  great  and  (acred  Three, 
^    The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro*  all  the  worlds  where  Go!l  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

•yO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


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